Firen jumped in surprise at the sudden sound of breaking glass, and looked at Nadran's clenched hand. Glass shards fell down onto the table, which was now covered in the water from Nadran's cup. His hands were trembling as he stared at his hand, an intense look in his eyes. Slowly, blood began seeping out from his tightly clenched fist, and with an apparent struggle, he opened his hand and lightly shook it, shaking the worst of the embedded glass shards out of his hand, while several streams of blood began to drip on the table.