Ophelia nodded at the question from Tracey, her finger running along the smooth metal as she picked it up, turning it over in her hands. She liked the feel of it, and honestly the way it looked appealed to her as well. There were stones set in the hilt that sparkled in the light, and she ran her finger over those as well, feeling the magic as she did so. This was something she had to have. There was no question about it, she would be purchasing this.
"Yes. Curses, all that." She nodded again. People lied. She knew that. It was the way the world worked and she accepted it. She absently prodded her finger with the point of the dagger, testing the sharpness, and a small smile curved her lips when she saw that it could draw blood with hardly a touch to her skin. Fortunately for her she clotted regularly and so she licked the small bead away and noted that no more followed. Always a plus.
"So how do we do it?" Because she would need to know exactly what Tracey's thoughts were so that they could make it happen. Her friend would help her with this potion work and she would help her friend with whatever ideas were floating around. They both worked better together most of the time, and while Lia's first loyalty was to her brother, she counted Tracey among the few she cared about deeply and would do a great deal for.