The knife's there in his hand a moment later, the movement is quick and practiced and almost fast enough that an untrained eye might not have been able to entirely tell where he'd gotten it from -- Byerly might notice that it was hidden somewhere at his side, just under his clothing, with something he fashioned himself. It's just a simple knife, well cared for but carefully chosen, his favored weight, his favored kind of grip, not quite like the ones back home but close enough.
He shifts where he's seated, spins the knife in his hand, and his expression is still quietly neutral as he does as Byerly asks, as he lifts the blade to his throat in one easy, fluid motion. It comes to a stop exactly where he wants it to without wavering -- just half an inch from his skin, incredibly close but probably not where Byerly actually wanted it. Enough that he'll have to lean forward into it. ]
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The knife's there in his hand a moment later, the movement is quick and practiced and almost fast enough that an untrained eye might not have been able to entirely tell where he'd gotten it from -- Byerly might notice that it was hidden somewhere at his side, just under his clothing, with something he fashioned himself. It's just a simple knife, well cared for but carefully chosen, his favored weight, his favored kind of grip, not quite like the ones back home but close enough.
He shifts where he's seated, spins the knife in his hand, and his expression is still quietly neutral as he does as Byerly asks, as he lifts the blade to his throat in one easy, fluid motion. It comes to a stop exactly where he wants it to without wavering -- just half an inch from his skin, incredibly close but probably not where Byerly actually wanted it. Enough that he'll have to lean forward into it. ]