Thread:Argali1/@comment-26210095-20160305021803/@comment-26210095-20160315225717

He turns it, and it is a knife. A expensive, ornate knife for one of his social status.

"My son was wearing it at the battle of the Red Sands.... This is all I have left of him." His voice is full of pain. Also, there is a small stone. He offers no explanation for it.