Kalir pauses at the elf's offer of a weapon. "I'm honored Sir Ilven. Thank you, but you need to keep a melee weapon of your own too." The raptoran flexes his wrist outward, bringing attention to the gauntlet on it with a finely crafted blade attached. "Even without Thresher and the axe I'm still far from helpless."

Daun's offer is accepted with a nod. "It's still early in the evening. Plenty of time for the three of us to grab a meal then see Sir Ilven off to his place. A walk then a flight sounds refreshing. What say you two?"