his eyes shine. "wow-" then he blushes. "this was the first blade i made." and he holds out his knife. "quartzite blade with an emerald hilt. quartzite reacts with emerald weirdly, so it ends up looks kinda silver-pink"
Richard laughs at that, then whistles for his knife, which comes back to him. he catches it, the blade inches from his palm. "why so many knives? you dont need that many, right?"