[Mm... the answer seems to satisfy Chiron, at least. Besides, Hansa has asked the question that was on his mind.
At most he will murmur to himself, tapping his chin:]
Indeed. You cannot die.
[That's why Chiron offered his room at all; a place where the knife will likely be found if the group needs to examine it, but in a way that will pull suspicion off of him.
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At most he will murmur to himself, tapping his chin:]
Indeed. You cannot die.
[That's why Chiron offered his room at all; a place where the knife will likely be found if the group needs to examine it, but in a way that will pull suspicion off of him.
It will put his neck on the line, but...]