"Maybe butterknives wouldn't have been such a bad idea after all" Akkarin thought. Not waiting for the others, he grabbed the slimmest and longest shortsword he had ever seen, along with every knife he could find before running out. Borrowing a sharpening stone from a soldier he passed.
"Now, I hope you guys know how to fight, 'cause all my experiece and skill is moot when even a spittball can break my bones."
"And while following the river is nice and all, I seem to remember the cap'n saying the lizzies enjoy swimming. Better to keep the river in sight while stayng far away from it"