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/Shaa…/
/Swish!/
"..."
/Swish!/
Silently, a dark cloud hanging above his head, Dale stood in absolute silence as he witnessed Kuddan sharpen his knife, like a butcher about to kill a kitchen.
/Swish!/
"Hm..."
Kuddan checked his old knife multiple times, it's sheen growing stronger with each stroke against the course stone on the table.
When satisfied with its sharpness, he applied one of the oils he concocted onto its edge, moving the pot next to the resting table Dale sat at.
"Let's begin."
"The process itself is straightforward. You need not worry about anything aside from keeping yourself awake."
"You'll likely feel a pinch every now and then, but it won't be enough to hurt you. It shouldn't be that painfull, but it's okay if it is, you're not in any danger."