Baldur stepped backwards as Velmer held the knife and the clove of garlic. It smelled bad... infectious.
"So... you knew my father?" Baldur stood his place, eyeing the garlic. "Right before his father murdered him and my mother after she gave birth to me! An abomination to his royal bloodline..."
Baldur smiled, and kept his blade in a defensive stance. "Then I assume you know what I am...?" He eyed the garlic. The odur gave him slight cough, but he chuckled. "So now I must ask you: do you know how to use that thing???"