"Its a carving knife. This book is filled with charms that can be embeaded on items. I.was going to carve some of them onto my staff. Now will you please let go off my wrists?" He asked politely. He was not going to reply aggressively as the girl was only scared for her self. He dropped the knife. Crouching with his hand still in her grasp he caught it in his other hand. He placed the knfe on the table along with the book. Doing this is almost complete silence to others. "Why would I try and attack two people I don't know. I only attack. Those who attack me first. Or annoy me." Then he muttered something that was not of the English tounge. But of the Welsh. "Gods, let me become spirit like you for a moment." His hamd went traight through the hand and Had a ghostly appearence. Then it turned back to solid.