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[greetfear]

He says it isn't a gift, but he isn't hanging the cost of it over her head. So while he might not mean it to be one, it is. Even if it will invite more danger, like he says. She can only imagine the kind of damage this could do and while she's glad to have a reliable looking weapon, she's vaguely nauseated at the possibility of having to use it. Of having to spill blood.

Still, she doesn't let that show, just stands up a little straighter, knife clutched in both hands.

"It's well-made; thank you." She's never owned something this expensive. Even the dresses she wore for the performances with the caravan couldn't compare, most likely.

"Will you need me for the rest of the day?" There's some practicing to do, now.

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"Per Haskell wants an update on the Merchant Council's plans regarding Pieter Visser's holdings now that the will has been dissolved."

Family dispute. No named heirs. A significant portion of the property goes to the city in some way or another which means the Merchant Council will have their hands in it. And it's entirely likely that Kaz is more interested than Per Haskell is, but he invokes the old man's name all the same. Inej technically works for him, after all, not Kaz.

"Pim or Anika can help you practice in the mean time. Blade's sharp so watch yourself."

[greetfear]

She has her suspicions about whether Per Haskell would be interested in such a thing– well, that he held more than a passing interest, anyway. It hasn't been long, her time with the Dregs, but she'd felt the undercurrent of it quickly. Had sensed that Haskell was the leader but sat upon his laurels, content to take the path of laziness. The one that gave him easy wins, near bloodless.

The boy sitting before her is nothing like that. He has teeth and claws, ones he isn't afraid to use. She'll be just another one of those weapons, she thinks, but the thought doesn't unsettle her. In a way, it feels traitorous. Per Haskell runs the Dregs, not Kaz; he's the one with the final say.

And yet, every part of her whispers– Per Haskell runs the Dregs, for now.

"Anika's faster." Just a fact, no slight against Pim. She starts to turn, clearly dismissed, but crooks the ghost of a smile at him.

"Not as sharp as someone's tongue, sometimes."