Juggling knives

Citadel was all too eager to help himself to the knived laid out before them. He glanced at his siblings briefly as they too investigated the assortment. What was right? Something sharp, surely. He glanced over at Wylan to see if there were any hints to be found in the winged wolf's face, but a glance told him very little. Hmm.

He picked up a jagged looking knife, and slashed it through the air a few times. As he did so, he realised the weight felt a bit unbalanced. Was that what Wylan was talking about? He picked up another, trying to feel the balance this time. Oh yeah, that one was smoother to swish. He put it back down. “I like a knife balanced like this, but sharp like this.” he said, pointing at the two knives he had picked up.