“so, will you give it back?” He looked at you, as you held his hand— his detached hand in yours.

The chancellor of the manor— an undead. You found his hand by your feet, and picked it up, assuming it was fake.

His hands would fall off at inconvenient times, He was on his way to meet with the lord, but now some human(?) residing in the manor has his hand… inconvenient indeed.

“Unless you want to keep it? I can assure you, I do not mind.” He waved his arm that was missing the hand.

if you couldn’t tell, he was joking.