As he examined the knives, he'd see them weighted, long edged, with strange grips almost too large for Lyra's hands. Along each blade were strange symbols, words of Yatjua inscribed to the blade. The blades had different inscriptions. They were made of a dark metal most would find unfamiliar.
"I hunt for a living. Most of these are my credentials. Shows I can down big, tough game, if you need me to. The skulls were clansmen who died but wanted to live on in the hunt. My techboys slapped thrusters and a laser weapon, as well as a few sensor systems. Now, though they've past on, they still get to hunt."
