/me ponders, thinking about her practice as panther girl with the bow and her spear: she might be skilled for some resistance but as she isn't wearing them anymore she thinks again. She looks at her poisoned pinring, something that already was useful once. She straightens herself and looks over her shoulder ... and raises her hand ... her voice soft "Sir, I would like to practice and as I only have a sleenknife, I might be interested in a dagger also."