PTA: Wuhtu (IC)

[Arcran]

The Charmander warily eyes your knife and realizes the consequences of refusal. Still, it isn't a huge fan of you. "...Char."

Carn translates the monosyllabic answer as "Fine."

Pitch smiles, his knife disappearing in a flash.

"Good choice," he says, waving Carn away from the Charmander. "Would you like something to eat? We have a little bit of everything; whatever you want," Pitch says, the veiled threats gone from his tone.