Serlya rushed towards the man, drawing her dagger and calmly slashing him over the eye before bringing her blade to the man's throat. The small weapon didn't glisten in the tavern's light the way polished metal should, and the cut on the man's head was deeper than it had any right to be. "You don't want to go anywhere," she said calmly.<br/><br/>Attack 19 damage 6; the maximum for this weapon without a sneak attack.