Keeping his arms resting on the table Angus picked up one of the knives himself leaving two on the table. "I forge them." He said proudly, beginning a sales pitch. "Each and every item you see on this stand has been lovingly hand crafted in a unique and remote metal work run entirely by yours truly." He smiled and saw that the figure was genuinely interested as she asked a second question and so he decided to go into a little more detail. "I mine for resources, digging underground and harvesting precious metals and ores. Next I smelt them down so they're pure and after that I use a sort of template to make them different shapes. After that it's only a matter of cooling them until they become solid and then sharpening the tool if needs be." 

Extending a finger to point at the knife she held he moved on to answer her final question. "What you're holding is a specially designed throwing knife, it's been sharpened to be more aero-dynamic which means it flies faster, straighter and does a lot more damage than a dart. Also instead of blowing it out of a tube you just throw it." Taking his own throwing knife Angus began to demonstrate the motions one would go through to toss the knife, slowly at first so she could clearly see. "Just like this." 

He set the knife down and slid the three across the desk towards her. "I was going to charge you but something tells me you'll make good use of these, take 'em, on the house. But you gotta' promise that you'll only use 'em for good." He smiled a big toothy and friendly grin. "And if ya' want, one day I can take you up to my forge and teach you to make 'em yourself."