[ Well, it certainly isn't a dagger that she had been expecting. Once she has momentarily tucked her gun and torch aside, she receives the blade. Chall pauses as she briefly ponders on the importance of the item, and once again she smiles. -- ] What better time to get acquainted with such a fine blade, hm?
[ And without further ado, she clutches at the trailing hem of the gown and slices off enough to at least let her calves move free. The piece of cloth is tossed aside and she hands the blade back to Gaunt, hilt first. ] You hold to the Straight Silver for now. We have more road to cover.