Cardan spun the tip of his knife into the table out of sheer boredom, leaning into the polished dark oak table he was forced to sit at to 'talk about peace.' He was more than just a few glasses in and it became slightly more bearable.

Suddenly there was yelling and arguing that causes quite a snide comment to run through his lips, grinning once he saw your face contort into something very displeased with it.

He watched as you stood up, the sound of the chair scooting backward, the slam of your hand against the table, an angry shout of your comment, and especially the sharp blade pointed right at his face caused silence and astonishment fall over the room.

"When did you steal my dagger?" He calmly says while the rest of the company continues to freak out, finishing the rest of his wine in one fluid sip.