Reynolds, "the dagger is still in me"
Reynolds was sprawled out on the couch when she walked into her office, eyes closed. He didn’t move as she closed the door behind her, sighing as she walked to take a seat behind her desk. She might have thought he was dead, except that he already was, she wasn’t that lucky, and he spoke after a moment. “So I found out that Assamite that has been spotted around town has got some sort of magic dagger. Apparently it burns when it stabs people? Nasty thing, seems like the TSA should have picked up on it.”
Frowning, she pulled a pen off the desk, opening up one of the binders that had their notes on the recent arrival. “That tracks with what we found out about them. We’ll have to warn the locals, in case they’re here to assassinate anyone, though there’s still a chance that the contract was on one of the local mages.” She scribbled down notes as she spoke. “Either way, that kind of artifact wandering around is dangerous. We’ll need to keep an eye out for sightings and try to track them down.”
“Oh, no, don’t worry about it.” He sat up a little bit, looking down at his right side. “The dagger is still in me, I’m pretty sure we’ll have the Assamite showing up sometime tonight to get it back. And I got some blood on your couch, sorry.”
