[The silvery Meradan stares uncomprehendingly at the two of them - no, mostly Seviilia - for a moment, then turns mechanically to the fifth Meradan with the case.]

Well I can't say that's what I anticipated, but why not.

[There's a definitive faux-brightness to his tone that says 'what the fuck is happening what the fuck have I gotten myself into?' as he pops the latches on the black case and opens it. Inside is a saber and a sheath, each set into a fine field of blue velvet. The blade is clearly a display piece, but he lifts it from the case anyway. Gingerly.]

--You know, I'm not sure this is really meant for combat so if there's an alternative method to this that's more traditional for your peoples, I'd be perfectly happy to extend myself despite any disadvantage it might put me at.

[Ha ha ha, your guard is very large.]