Nyxeris nose twitched at the smell of burning flesh. She came around the cart with a grimace. "What's that --" She stopped seeing that Darkic had pressed his blade to his own hand and the action was actually cauterizing his flesh. This time Nyxeris didn't ask just grinned. She'd find out about that sword one way or anothe. With time, maybe he'd divulge the information voluntarily.  "Alright! Let's get going. I've got a deadline to meet."<br/><br/>Sent from my SPH-L710 using Tapatalk