It was an unexpectedly generous offer Eleven found himself sorely tempted to take him up on. One knife would provide decent defense, but two could make him far more effective- a proper threat to the undead.

"You're familiar with his background?" he asked, surprised. He hadn't asked many questions of the man himself- he'd known enough. Another refugee in need of supplies with passing familiarity to two people he was already well-acquainted with.

"Is he from your- well..." he waved a hand, blanking on the correct term. But in Archeval's case, he knew 'world' didn't quite encompass where he was from.