Lon's face curled into a sardonic sneer. "I'm guessing that if he had something real to charge them with he would have charged you and Corien as well, as their commanding officers. That would have dealt with the problem of your swords much more efficiently." He paused then, his voice lowering again, so as not to be generally overheard, and added. "Of course, I'm guessing that if he was getting his own polished more regularly, he'd have less concern for those of others." He winked at Raine, before turning and heading into town. "But I shall be off. After all, time is a valuable commodity now."<br/><br/>Lon walks at a brisk pace through town, stopping only a few times to ask directions to the knight's chapter house from merchants and guards he passes along the way.