Myrwin sighed and motioned to one of his retaners, who took off at a dead run. He reappeared maybe five minutes later bearing a plain but well-maintained sword that fit Myrwin's hand like a glove. "Well." he said, taking a few swings into the air to at least pretend to get limbered up a little.
"Would you care to place a wager?" he asked with a grin.