[Maes picks up one of the knives he'd set on the barrel. He looks like he's tempted to throw it, but pauses for a moment. He pulls a handkerchief out and starts polishing it off instead. He's careful with his words, not sure if this is something Keith will want to discuss or not.]

I vaguely recall you mentioning him...back when we were both out of our minds with fever.

[He finishes, inspecting the blade and then setting it back down. He's dangerously close to something.]

I'm glad you were able to find her though...[There's a pause, a hesitation like he wants to say or ask something else. He shakes his head though and picks up a different knife.]

Want to go again? This one has a different balance.