((Apologies, the post Christmas season threw a bunch of shit at my direction work-wise and got a little too hectic, was basically working on most weekends from Christmas until about a week ago. Will be continuing this now since shit settled down slightly. :3))
Ask if there is any way we could keep the sword in our room; you'd rather keep it close at hand.
"Uhm, sorry about that but if there is any way that I can keep this sword with me tonight in my room?" The blade, while definitely isn't very special, it still is very important to the image that you will want to try and project of a confident squire-and-soon-to-be-knight. On the other hand, it definitely also didn't help that image when you stammered that last question out slightly.
The man behind the counter looked slightly amused but before he could answer, another man that had been drinking at one of the tables rose up to answer. "I don't think you'd do much good with that sword, boy. You look like you'd hurt yourself while trying to draw your sword." Unpleasant memories of your first time with a wooden practice sword came unbidden as the truth struck perhaps a little too close to home.
The second man is at least two heads taller than you, towering over even the man behind the counter. "Name's Barderas. Captain or well, former Captain of the Royal Hassihan frigate Talon and the current owner of this rundown shack. And while I rarely make exceptions, I will make one now. Feel free to keep your weapon. That rule's mainly to stop drunken fights here turn into drunken murders and I highly doubt you'll murder anyone with that little pinprick." Tall and well built, he had a good air of authority, even perhaps nobility about him. A large scar cuts right across his face, starting from the bottom of his left eye and continuing past his nose to the right side of his mouth.
"The room's yours for the night if you still want it, Ares over there will hand you the keys. The room's still 5 gold a night, that one is not up for question." With that, Barderas returns to his mug of ale. You notice he sits by himself at a table, most of the other men in groups of 3 to 4. You assume most of them are from Barderas' crew, they are all the bronze faced ones with various scars. Even so, mixed in are several groups of customers, paler but looking as rundown as the former sailors even.
The man behind the counter, Ares, Barderas called him, looked up and asked "What will it be then, sir?" He is still smiling.
1) "Here's 5 gold."
2) Turn to Barderas and ask "Former captain?"
3) Mumble an apology and leave the inn.