Well it's not magical, and it looks pretty old. They just had it sitting on some weapon rack for ages. No one would miss it if it went missing, and I could always just blame it on that bitch who was ransacking the place. I stash the old sword in my handy dandy haversack, and turn in for the day. Making sure that all of my fire from the rays were put out first though. I let the guards at the front gate know that they let in a little trouble maker, and that I have to chase her out. Then I headed back to the closest hideout of mine, and took out the sword and started to play with it more. Comparing it to my current rapier by slicing up random junk that's scattered about my room, like all those empty bottles.