Lucian
Lucian seems surprised to see his belongings. He goes off to change into the better clothes, looking much happier afterwards. "I feel much more myself now. Remarkable, the benefits of being properly attired."
He draws the sword and goes through a few simple passes with it. While he is clearly comfortable with it, he does not evince much skill; rather, he seems to be familiar with a highly stylized school of swordplay. He sighs. "Well, Raven, I am loathe to pass this blade on. It is a family heirloom, you understand. Still, needs must drive, I suppose. You may use it for now, but I plead with you to take care with it."
He looks down at the goblin. "As for our prisoner...do with him as you feel best, but I would ask that you not use my blade for such a purpose."