[Unfazed and intrigued by the sudden coolness underlying Zevran's answer, he spreads his hands, the bird’s wings fluttering in its efforts to maintain its balance.]

Discard? [Isaac's tone holds a small measure of incredulity.] ...Oh, no. 'twould have been a waste. As for the sack itself… that, I assure you, is in the very same condition in which you entrusted it to me thinking me to be the keeper of your belongings. [He chuckles low in his throat.] Blood and all. Of greater use to you, I believe, than piercings infused with magic for those keenly sensitive ears of yours.