Zarna eyes the knife with quiet curiousity unstartled by the gruff nature of the dark. Like bears they weren't likely to bother her if Zarna didn't give them a reason to. "No thank you, I like my senses sharp." She shakes her head in polite refusal and instead pulls a long kiseru pipecase from her bag. Both pipe and case are carved from wolf bone with intricate designs of flora and fauna on them. "I have some leaf to spare if you'd like any though." concludes Zarna packing the bowl with practiced ease and settling into a stool.<br/>Turning to the myconid bartender she requests some meat for Rue. After all she didn't know the trade routs here and hungry wolves made poor traveling companions.