Saaphir noticed John starting up his grill, and his stomach growled. “Hey John.” Saaphir called. “I’ll trade ya a small knife for three of those steaks, if you have enough.” He pulled out a knife he’d grabbed off a Pacis a few weeks ago. He liked the knife, but he rarely used it. Besides, he was starving, and was just too tired to go scavenge for food right now.