"No wonder the work may as well be a piece of art."

The gift's original purpose, a celebration related to bloodshed, went some way to explaining the teethmarks on the saw, as well as the use of gold on the blade. It was too soft a metal for a truly practical purpose, that was why medical instruments used far stronger stuff.

Chiron let himself be guided over to the chair with a calm demeanor, putting every effort forward to radiate the same air he always did. Doubtlessly, his nerves would be expected. He would not let them show.

What he is more careful to do is not sit before the princess makes herself comfortable, but he does regard her servant for a beat. There are questions that rise to the tip of his tongue, such as the young woman's name and if they are to be formally introduced, but those are not questions he is permitted to ask.

"May I ask your opinion of the fights you have seen thus far?"

It was as safe a topic, as far as Chiron could guess. He wanted to test the waters. Needed to, for his own safety.