Crow had met a good deal of noblemen who carried swords at their hips, and those men came in two flavors. The one kind carried swords better suited for hanging on a wall, brittle things with no balance that would fall apart if called to meet good steel. The other kind, not so easy to find as the other but far from rare, carried well-forged swords and knew how to use them. The nobility had coin enough to pay the best swordsmen in the land for instruction if they took a fancy to do so.
"Let's see it then." He held a hand out. He would judge Sebastian's sword for himself.
The task before him seemed reasonable—well, less impossible—now he had a task to see to. It was easier to ignore the bigger questions with the particulars of getting them both outfitted crowding his mind. "Aye, and we'll be using those funds, don't you worry. They'll find good use."
They'd find excellent use in paying off a decent whore or two along the way, and for any delays Crow took to at his favored taverns.