"He had it..." Jaime frowned, considering this. "Wait, how was he carrying that thing around? He must've had a some sort of rope around his chest or something, because I'm telling you, there was no space for it to be strapped to his loin cloth."

He had a feeling that Lonar wouldn't mind being the subject of a story. From the way he spoke, he would probably consider it something of an honour. A good storyteller probably would have trucked on, interruption or not, but Jaime was too curious for his own good. "Do people seriously use swords here? I mean... they're cool and all, but they must not be able to do a whole lot against the guys with guns."