Change of mind

Tom left the blacksmithing guild. While learning about the problematic nature of the local feudal lord was of great use to him, it was also the limit of what those smiths could provide him with. That is, outside of one, single thing. 

'That's a nice spear,' Tom thought, swinging the blacksmith's gift around. It was incomparably worse than his main weapon but also far greater than even the strongest magical weapon he could create on the spot. 

'It can serve well to bait others,' Tom thought before striking the ground with it. 

This was now one of his weapons, meaning he could recall it at any time he would like. As such, there was absolutely no drawback to just leaving it in a random place, as long as he would recall it to his hand before entering the feudal lord's castle.