Vax laughs softly. "It'll be a blast, I'm sure." Maybe he can get another good nap in.

At the mention of knives, Vax smiles. He can't resist the urge to show off by taking a dagger from his belt and throwing it. The blade lands cleanly in the center of the archery target.

"Much better. But it doesn't hurt to brush up on some other weapons." When he opens his palm, the dagger disappears from the target and reappears in his hand so he can put it away.