Who might find them worried him, too, but the clerics were always jumpy about him in the room with the Likeness, just by virtue of it being the Likeness.

Settling his arms over his chest again, Ezra watched, a titch unhappily, as Duncan lined himself up. Thinking he was just going to scrape it, he jumped when he actually stabbed it. "Hey!" he hissed as quietly as he could while still being startled, moving forward so that he stood by Duncan's elbow.

... nothing. That didn't make him feel as good as he'd have liked. He let his breath out slowly and glanced around, watching Duncan wiggle the knife out of the trunk. He looked at the face of the Likeness, expecting something there, before back to the cut.

No blood. Something, all the same, maybe? He had to squint, even this close. "...sap?"