Dresil takes his sword off of his belt, sheath and all. He slowly walks toward the enemy commander with the weapon in the flat of his palms. He gestures toward the sword.

The king's personal warsword. Perfectly balanced, and imbued with the magical accuracy for decapitation. Let the noble go, and Gyaradan can have the best blade in the kingdom. Drop him off by my feet and I will get off, he can take my horse, and I will walk to give you the payment.