[Theo's got his feet up on a table and he's twirling an ancient looking bronze knife around in his fingers. It's pitted, it's got stains on it (blood stains) and looks, for lack of a better word, down right evil. That's three words, isn't it? For lack of three better words, it looks down right evil. Innocent, but at the same time evil.]

Worth is a strange thing, isn't it? I mean, this knife here is just bronze, right? A decent metal but most people wouldn't make weapons out of it any more. And yet it's over five thousand years old and so that gives it worth.

Back home, I know archaeologists who would pay an arm and a leg for it... someone else's arms and legs mind you, but still...

[He flips the knife up and catches it. Behind him a ghostly dragon drifts by chased by rats.]

For me, it's a family heirloom and a tool. No one else can use it besides me without horrible things happening to them.

[Which isn't true, but whatever. He doesn't want people to be getting Ideas.]

So, which is better? For it to be sheltered and kept in a museum where people can appreciate it, in theory or it to be used for its purpose?

Which gives it more value?

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[Piglet's pink face withdraws from filling the screen, a single paw timidly patting the camera before pulling back to wring the front of his jumper. Behind him, you can see a pile of various items including a pot, some nicely shaped twigs, a duster, and a neatly folded pile of handkerchiefs.]

D-did I miss the trades?