Al and Dylan

Al handed the dark boy her dagger and told him flatly, "A minor family heirloom. I know every carving on it, so if I want a new one I'll make it myself."

Dylan took it and said, golden eyes sparkling, "I think I know just how to use this." Before she could ask what a rich, privileged boy like him could use a mahogany knife for, he took out a scrap of leather from his bag and carefully cut it into a pattern he seemed to know by heart. When he had finished he held it out to her and beamed, explaining, "A belt I've been wanting to make, but nobody has an adequate knife."