The knife, and some of the rest she mentions - that gains his attention. Despite his age, he had never given up wearing his hidden blades and now there was some strange band there instead of the bracer and familiar weight he'd lived with for most of his life. "All of that will be useful," he agreed, "though I wonder. Are there more blades such as that? I am used to defending myself and to be unarmed is unnerving at the least."

And the idea of at least having access to some sort of weapon would give him more confidence. Where he'd strap it on in these clothes, he wasn't yet sure, but he knew his own resourcefulness: he'd find a way. Especially now that he knew there was the possibility of being armed. He couldn't put anything beyond this place, especially not Templar meddling.