Artur bent down, and looked at the dying half-elf. Taking the silver dagger, he examined it.
"Alth, was it? I agree that a different coloured cloak would have been a better idea, but then again so would a steel dagger be more effective. Silver's soft. Unless you're as strong as an ogre, or plan on fighting a werewolf or vampire, this thing's all but useless."
Lightly tapping on the cloaked figure's cheeks, Artur tried to get the would-be attacker to come around, even if for a few seconds.
"There's nothing we can do for you. At least tell us why you have this silver dagger, and what your motivations were before you pass on to the next life so your conscience can be clear. I may already know the answer, but I'd like to hear it from you with your last breath."