A blade was a beautiful thing, but it never compared to his harp or books. Whatever need he saw in learning, he preferred the days that his sword stayed sheathed at his side. Still, like most men, he was curious about the steel that could be made. He wasn't fond of too much ornamentation, but there were some that were pleasant to look at.

But the swords couldn't hold his focus for long. The young man brandishing his weapon was difficult to miss, not simply for his skill but look as well. There was the unmistakable trait of the Starks about him, as well as the accent. He could see Eddard Stark in his features, the same dark hair and solemn eyes. If they weren't in a different realm, he might make assumptions, but it was difficult here.

He was drawn from his thoughts by the question and chose a sword for himself. "I was trained as a boy, but training and passion are different matters."