"I dare say that dagger is a bit too small for you, Vol," Harland said.
Vol grunted.
"Whose hand might that fit, I wonder..? That's a woman's weapon, if I had to guess. Is that what you have you eye on? Something for Princess Penelope?" Harland said. "I must say that's unexpected. I didn't take you to be a sentimental man."
"…You're growing more and more irritating with every day that passes, Harland," Vol said, keeping his back turned to him. "If I thought you would see through my business that quickly, I would have sent you back to the inn."
"Does that mean I'm right?" Harland said. "For what purpose? A man like you doesn't look that focused buying a gift. You move like you've a war to fight."
"We do," Vol said. "You've made it more than clear that we're not going to win this on strength alone. There's a tiny little wire allowing us the slither of opportunity that we currently have – and that's Penelope. I thought I'd reward her for her services."
