He nodded, before standing up and pulling his coat and hat off, and then turning to the paladin. "Not like they don't already know about me, spent a few months in Malcanthet's illustrious presence, mind the sarcasm, as a 'favored descendant' at one point.<br/><br/>Knife please. Also, anyone have extra vials? No sense wasting the valuable commodity that is my blood. Since that is the only thing of value about me."<br/><br/>If the paladin suggested to use his knife, he would counter it was for eating, not wounding, so therefore was both unhygienic and unnecessarily painful. Once he was handed a knife, and the group had as many vials ready as they wanted, he pulled off his shirt, revealing three facts about him. First, he was well muscled, though not quite to the point you could grind meat on his abs. Second, he had no hair on his chest at all, to go with the fact he didn't have any facial hair at all. And third, the front and back of his chest, as well as his arms, were covered in scars. Only his face and hands were without scars.<br/><br/>He finished putting his shirt out of the way, before glancing at the group. "Ready?"<br/><br/>Nameless than took a few seconds to concentrate, activating the required spell, before shoving the knife into his side, angled to not hit anything important. He winced at the pain, before looking at them. Once the vials were filled, he concentrated, forming a sphere of darkness, and removed the knife. The light from the fire made it easier to see the wound slowly closing, though it stopped closing when he dropped the sphere of darkness for a few seconds to show off how it worked.