Tal paused at her question, only then realizing that she'd never seen him use the magical blade before. He took the chance to pour a few more drops of oil on the rock before he continued the steady, practiced motion of pushing the steel edge across it. "Shit, guess I never showed you," he admitted ruefully. "It's kind of a secret weapon. It looks like a fancy knife, right? But I can use it to stab things with it that are pretty far away. Means I can stay out of reach and hit anythin' comin' at me before they can hit me." His boasting had a moment's hesitation as he added with reluctant honesty: "Hopefully."
He went back to his work on the stone, eyes fully on the Dagger though his ears were open to Soh's words. Tal cleared his throat a little self-consciously as he nodded to his hands. "Y'don't want t'sharpen it too often," he explained. "An' you usually don't need t'sharpen magic ones at all. But since Frey asked..." Realizing he was rambling he swallowed what he was going to say next and paused to add a little more oil. "Put water or oil on the stone, an' tilt the blade about twenty degrees. Always push it away from you - safer that way. Y'can hone it dry, but wet is better."
He went back to his work on the stone, eyes fully on the Dagger though his ears were open to Soh's words. Tal cleared his throat a little self-consciously as he nodded to his hands. "Y'don't want t'sharpen it too often," he explained. "An' you usually don't need t'sharpen magic ones at all. But since Frey asked..." Realizing he was rambling he swallowed what he was going to say next and paused to add a little more oil. "Put water or oil on the stone, an' tilt the blade about twenty degrees. Always push it away from you - safer that way. Y'can hone it dry, but wet is better."
