[ He can and he will, even if his dagger isn't as fancy. ]

Hopefully it's not. It's way too hot out here to start fighting, and then there's the sand hydras waiting to leap out of no where, and those things stalking around. [ He motions at the gutted remains of that once living creature that Ingway's done a great job of breaking down into tiny parts.

The bottle gets a closer look. He's summoned ice before, the idea of bottling in and having it... not melt in all this heat? That's impressive. And a little confusing. ]

How? Wouldn't drink ice just be cold. And potentially lethal.

[ All he can think of is liquid nitrogen that would have the same outcome, and he would never drink that. ]