"Oh relax," Keliek't said, "I won't run you through with my sword." The innuendo was obviously not lost on the old bard, but he kept a straight face. "I belive these would serve our purpose."<br/>He picked up six thin and long wooden sticks, they all had pointy ends. Sometimes people used them to roast things like sausage slices over the open fire, but they would make suitable mock rapiers, wich seemed to be what Keliek't intended.<br/>"I'll go easy on you, don't you worry. But pay attention, you just might learn a thing or two!" He gave them a winning grin and held the sticks forward, waiting for the five friends to take one each.<br/>They could hear Brenden and a couple of his friends snicker, they seemed to find the whole thing very amusing.<br/>"5 copper says he'll break his hip..."<br/>"An ork actually learning anything, that'll be the day..."<br/>"What do you think? Will the elf break a nail or cry?"<br/>"She'll break a nail and then cry!"<br/>The old bard ignored them and just kept smiling at the youths in front of him.