He makes a bit of a face at that. He's not heard it described that way, but he has heard enough stories about Solvunn. "I can't say I'm not glad I ended up where I did in this place. It's not unlike Ketterdam honestly."

At least similar in enough ways that it's easy to adjust to it all and not feel he's dealing with a learning curve like some seem to be.

"Oh. Well. I mean. He's an assassin," he says in lighthearted, flippant tones. "Are they so common you just randomly talk about them? I would think a world where murder for hire is common then most wouldn't do it," he points out, but that's a theory that goes along with weapons and armies he's heard.

"I'm not sure I would call that luck or not, though you're not dead so I suppose that's luck."

Because if they kill for a living then he assumes back home Klaus would end up dead. Eventually.

He glances down at it, taking in the tone to get the meaning of sick in this context. "Custom made for me by my ri... by my friend. He's a man of many talents and it's designed to be multipurpose."

Cane. Deadly weapon. Beautiful accessory. It does it all.