Marric gratefully accepts the dagger, and after a moment he attempts to do the same thing to it that he had done with the first- push it down to meld with the skin in his right fore-arm. His hope is that it will meld with the original to become one larger, more potent gem- but if all else fails, the monk is fairly certain he can live with having two nearly identical shards in line around his wrist. He'd already found that he can move and conceal them to some small extent, anyway.<br/><br/>"Any theories before I try an' use this, Elfie?" The monk grins as the heat of the star-stone soaks into his skin, and he instinctively tenses the muscles in his forearm as he waits for the stone to do its thing. "Is it gonna be like the last one an' get all tied up with the bracelet's power?"