[RedRose4]

It was clear to Destro that Ashley was uncomfortable, possibly even fearful since the last time these were used, it wasn't because of anything good. Taking out the simplest knife, with no edges or sharpened edge, he closed the box and placed the knife against his own hand.
"The most boring of them all, I suspected that..." Destro sliced his palm, allowing his blood to seep from his skin, dripping onto the ground as he spoke. "You know where these knives are from? Passed down the family line. My parents, grandparents, ancestors had these, and had to do the same rituals that me and my brother did...."
Destro then wiped the knife against his pants to get the blood off. "You aren't going to be harmed...you did well earlier, there would be no reason to punish you for that. I'm just here to speak." Destro finally explained. There was a reason for him saying this all, it wash't just for bonding purposes, although he kept that aside for now and just went with whatever was on his mind.