Mm, it is a problem. [ he agrees with a thoughtful stroke of his chin ] Resources are quite thin on the ground, but if we have any extra metal available at all, he'd certainly be the one to know. At worst I suppose some of us could try to sneak back to the mine and see if we can salvage anything else vaguely usable to melt down, though I hesitate to draw extra attention while the warlords' forces are busy going at one another.

And I'm sure Eleven could make you a knife as well. Made me quite a decent specimen, as a matter of fact. For now, though-- [ he digs inside the front of his robes for a moment before coming up with a smallish knife that he flips in Slick's direction, expecting the other can certainly catch. It's of local make, weathered and has clearly seen better days, but it's cleaned and rust-free and has been recently sharpened. ]

I happen to have an extra. [ he says dryly ]