"I've no idea," he says, looking at the sword as though in hopes it'll give up its secrets. "I didn't want to keep you waiting too long." Couched in this statement is the (accurate) implication that he'd grabbed the first sword he'd found that wasn't tiny and rusted.

Long is clearly quite comfortable resting on the ground, so it occurs to Horst that his remaining on his feet might be perceived as rude or distracting. Still, even in ruined clothes, he can't bring himself to just sit down on damp grass; instead, he casts about for someplace to sit, and settles on the trunk of a nearby fallen tree.

Mayland Long is a dragon. It's still a bit surreal.

"What makes you think our captors don't hate us?" he pursues the idea. His fellow captives' theories about this place will be useful, and they're interesting, besides. You can learn a lot about a person (or a dragon, as may be) based on the sorts of conclusions they draw.