Mayt smiled back, definitely feeling more confident with a weapon he knew he could use. He'd blush slightly at the comment that he should always wear it, and he shrugged. "I haven't been around long, and generally everywhere else I've been people looked at me distrustfully for carrying a weapon around. But sure, I do feel better with a weapon I know will work." He says this after the sandwich comment. "And sandwiches would be great." He stretches slightly, before putting his hands back down. He fidgets slightly as he motions for her to lead the way. She did have a map after all.

When they begin to walk, he'd go in awkward silence for a few moments, before speaking quietly, hoping to start a conversation. "I actually only got the sword last year, it was a gift from my birth parents for my twenty third birthday." Despite how casually he tries to say this, there's still a hint that he's distrustful of something to do with that phrase. "It was actually practicing with it one day that I learned I had magic, though I accidentally burned the blade permanently, but I keep the edge sharp, and get it repaired when I need to." He smiles at her, and casually unsheathes the weapon so she can see the blade.

The blade has a nice gleam on it, save for the odd burn. The burn starts at where the handle turns to the blade, about in the middle of the large flat side. It curves very slightly with the blade, but not enough as it meets up with the sharp edge a little more than half the way up, and continues with it until almost the very end, where it takes a sharp curve and goes along the blunt edge to the tip. The mark looks like he's tried to polish it off many times, and there's a very slight shine to it, but it's very dull compared to the rest of the blade, which is regular, save for "Mayt Derren Marris" carved into it. The carving was obviously done by a professional, and before the burn.