"Ahaha," Autor says, placing a hand on the back of his neck. "I... I have handled a sword before. Someone nearly took my arm off, through my own foolishness. Frankly, it was a poor decision overall; I could barely lift the sword without the adrenaline rush."

He still has a nasty scar, too. Autor's eyes follow where Sherral points until he makes his offer, at which point his gaze snaps back to his face. "Are you sure about that? I mean--I can absolutely reimburse you, and you can't trust me not to spend more than what you get paid in a month. I'm greedy."