One evening after dinner, after a full 15 days have passed since the group arrives, Rask looks at Ethelred and inquires:

“He- Mastercraftsman, would it be possible for you to make a me fine wooden sword, like a practice sword, perhaps out of a dense wood like ironwood, that I could wield as it were mine own Blade?

Rask unconsciously nods at the bundle tucked in against his bedroll, where it has lain except when so recently examined by Ca’armine, Blessed Priest of Raiden.

“Should we find the right wood of course, and perhaps wrapped in leather like the cudgels Brother Blade has been using.”