"I do know," he answered, and that much was true. Whatever or whoever he'd been before waking up alone and bleeding, a decent swordsman was one of them. "And I know which end to stick in someone especially well." He gave a wry smile, then, before taking some bread for himself, breaking it, and dipping into the ale as well.

He took a bite.

"I take back what I said about their ale," he muttered, making a face. All the same, though, he swallowed--no sense in wasting it, and as bad as it tasted, it still filled his stomach. "And, if I may ask, out of idle curiosity, have you anything that might help against whatever you might encounter while traveling?"