"Oh, I know which end of a sword goes to the bad guys, but that's pretty much it", Chendra says, "speaking of which, Daddy said that there'd be a pack mule with some things on it..."
She looks around, trying to spot the aforementioned mule.
Looking over the saddlebags on Miss Chendra's horse, Durban comes to the conclusion that she propably didn't attach them herself. Everything is fastened with professional care.
In a moment, the missing mule comes to view from behind a corner. It is being lead by one of the guards, who is holding the reins with his other hand, while there is a something long and slender wrapped in paper in his other hand.
The guard greets Chendra as he comes closer. "Here are the rest of the equipment your father has provided for the trip. And here is the sword that you requested."
Chendra takes the wrapped up sword with glee in her eyes and starts quickly tearing the wrapping away. Surprisingly, the blade isn't ornately adorned, but just an ordinary-looking longsword.