Mystified by Nasir's gift, Gannicus tucked his lead pipe under his elbow and gently lifted the crowbar as Nasir held it out for inspection. It felt heavy - heavier than the lead pipe - and reassuringly solid. A thumb pressed against the teeth of the lethal hook confirmed that they were at least sharp enough to cut the skin with enough weight behind it. Mildly impressed, Gannicus nodded as he handed the crowbar back.

"There are many things I would sooner grasp in hand this night," He mused, with dark amusement undermining any real bite in his sorry complaint. "Cup of wine, soft thigh, meat and proper weapon counted amongst number..."