She smiled. "It's Sapwood Iron. Rare, and as sharp as a razor. You could slice a feather with this." She blinked as Amelia stepped in "Well bugger me sideways..." She said, colourful language for the usually dignified Wood Elves "I work us out even, the number of arrows I've used to save your sorry ass... besides, I'm hardly throwing the money away, you should see my commission." She grinned at that, her eyes twinkling as she lounged, completely at ease, twirling her throwing knife expertly.<br/><br/>"Besides... you were never SERIOUSLY injured on my quests... and that whole deal in Bleakwatch... sorted itself out... mostly." She laughed softly, sipping her wine. "I'den val dtharmos."<em>Such is life.</em>