Knife was not entirely skilled in improvised accompaniment, and he felt that the violin might be both too loud and too distracting for the voice-and-lute combination, and so he simply listened as Finn sang. His family had generally travelled all over Karnor, and while he couldn't place the village ...

Knife stared at Petra as she sat there, trembling, and he realized how truly serious the matter was. But after she told Knife not to move, she said nothing. Just looked terrified, and he had no idea what she was listening to, observing. He couldn't pick up the same things she was. And then it happe...

Knife wasn't much of a singer, and he liked to let the strings tell the story. The song was long, one of the longer ones he knew, and he had just started. He was happy to hear Finn join in with accompaniment, though. The beginning of the song was comrpised almost entirely of quick short notes, inte...

Knife forced a smile as he weatches Petra - he was not paying attention to the ground enough to notice the way her pet had spread along the floor. He treated her deadpan declaration with total belief. It was not a funny joke. His smile doesn't falter, even with her description, and even with his cu...

Knife allowed himself silence as Petra smiled. There was no need to spoil a good thing, after all, and her smiles — real smiles — were always a good thing. He wondered if she knew. "Blood as payment. I'm not sure what I was expecting," He laughed. Contrary to Petra, most of his laughs and...

Knife stifled his laughter as Petra's maneuver had its desired effect, but he knew they would certainly have to wait longer for their water and their bao as a result. He noticeably laid off the matter, though, and while his smile dimmed, he still had to do his job. They'd get their food and water e...

Knife smiled back and began the process of taking out his violin and rosining his bow. As his new friend spoke, he kicked his case open at his feet. After the mention of Valasren, he introduced himself in the language, and sighed. "In Common, I am Knife of Amber Sun Cutting Through Everfrost-M...

Knife followed her eyes with his own, his head turning only slightly so as to not give away the fact he was staring. She pointed out the pieces, and he had to agree - she was right on the money. Right on his money. "You've been practicing, haven't you?" He said with as much teasing as adm...

Knife did not wander around with his violin on hand. But he knew buskers - he was often one himself - and they would plant themselves in one spot and play as long as they had an audience, and sometimes even without. Knife did frequently wander the streets and shops near his apartment, however, and ...

Petra was not only a childhood friend, but potentially the foremost point in his decision to settle, if ever briefly, in Kalzasi. For years he had deigned to spend almost every minute of his few weeks in the city with her, a burgeoning friendship that had lasted throughout the many changes in their...