Skye stared at the tiny pouch in confusion and irritation. 'What was in the pouch? Why was Tidas going to die?!' She wanted to smack Petrie to end his antics.
The Nomad smiled at her like an idiot, waiting for her gratitude. He really was the most exasperating person she'd ever met. When Skye let out a sigh of irritation while cranking her arm up; his jovial, blasé attitude had stopped.
Putting his hands up defensively, Petrie explained; "Rickon was a twisted piece of work. He carries, or rather he carried: a blade, coated in poison. That way, even if his enemies got away from him, it would never be very far."
