I stifle a chuckle and reply, \"Oh sir, I did not mean to mock you.\" Another chuckle, \"Even great knights must start somewhere, sir. And you did well with..\" I look at the broken broom handle in his hand, \"er.. what you had... Hmm.. \"
I begin to untie a small leather sheath at my waist, with a simple ivory handle. I pull the handle, unsheathing a humble short sword. Its blade well taken care of, despite some slight nicks here and there. It is well polished and sharpened.
\"I was going to sell this old thing today, but.. \" I sheath the blade and hand it to you, \"a young knight with spirit such as yours needs it more than I need the tria.. Care for it well, and it will serve you well.\"
I chuckle, smile, and wave as I continue my trip to the tavern.