The indoor practice hall did have a gaggle of recent recruits working through drills under the arms master’s watchful eye, but Harun snagged a pair of training swords from a bin in the corner that held assorted shapes and sizes of them without interrupting the lesson. Most of the soldiers were using a standard short sword, just longer than Kelwyn’s birthday gift, but a fair bit wider.
That was the kind of practice blade Harun snagged for him, while he managed to find a second one that at least approximated his own larger weapon.
The practice swords were made of wood, wrapped in a layer of fabric padding that cushioned them slightly. Kelwyn hefted his as they walked out into the open square again. It felt heavier than his sword, and the balance didn’t seem to be as good, but he could swing it well enough.