The pale elf in front of you had just tried to rob you in broad daylight. He seems rather unfazed by the hostile stance that you have shifted your body into.

"Now, now, darling~" he addresses you with a honeyed voice.

The blade in your palm weighs heavy. You don't like to spill blood unnecessarily, but you will most definitely defend yourself and your possessions if the situation calls for it.

"Why don't you put down that dagger before you do something that we'll both come to regret?"