It wasn't that they weren't predators, or that they wouldn't perform the necessary if necessary, but the trapped-bird look made Nahm tilt his head, narrow his eyes a little, turn the problem over in his head and hum thoughtfully. It wasn't often that they allowed someone into their trust, and it wasn't often that someone trusted them, knowing them. His eyes flickered to Ahm again.
Then he flipped the knife around, holding it casually by the blade and extending the hilt toward Merry. "You wanna do it yourself?"
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