[That was easy. He turns, takes stock, and...yields.
From the inside of his waistcoat, Izzy pulls a bone. A human bone, a human rib bone, sharpened to a fine point on one end. It has been meticulously engraved with scrimshaw swallows and the sweet little scene of a ship on the waves.
It's a good dagger, all things considered. Izzy sort of hates to part with it.
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From the inside of his waistcoat, Izzy pulls a bone. A human bone, a human rib bone, sharpened to a fine point on one end. It has been meticulously engraved with scrimshaw swallows and the sweet little scene of a ship on the waves.
It's a good dagger, all things considered. Izzy sort of hates to part with it.
And yet, he offers it all the same.]
Here. For bringing him back to me.