The mercenary looked back with a quizzical stare. "Frankly my dear, I'm not quite familiar with that word." he circled around the man, swinging his sword in a threatening manner, but without the intent to actually cut his foe.

"I can't hand you my sword. You don't look quite fit enough to carry it, especially not with that garish armor on. If you would be so kind, I can bring you back into the village. Perhaps we can share in a drink of grape?"