[ He fixes her with a grateful stare, though he says nothing, and their defiant attitudes just seem to piss her off more. There's a dagger in her hand abruptly, and she presses the point of it into Francesca's cheek, drawing it slowly down in a path identical to the one on her own cheek. (10 dmg) She takes her time, turning the blade in a nasty curve at the end.]
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You will answer when spoken to, iblith.