"Swords, military swords, straight ones."
"There's a single-handed sword, and a longsword without a sharp edge."
"Lend it to me."
Winters was puzzled, "Don't you have your own weapons?"
"I only have sabers." Andre slapped his thigh, "There are quite a few armored cavalry among the Herders, and I suffered a big loss today. Lend me your swords, you don't engage in cavalries battles anyway."
"Alright."
"I won't let you suffer a loss either." Andre said exuberantly, "I got my hands on two Herder scimitars today, the steel is top-notch, I'll give you one."
Winters jokingly asked, "Just one?"
"I need to keep one as a spare."
The two chatted idly for a few moments but then fell into silence without realizing it.
Andre's sigh broke this quietness. He looked toward the night behind them and asked with some trembling, "Hey, Winters, do you think there really are a thousand Herder cavalry chasing us?"
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