Dustin quirks an eyebrow at Felwinter and pulls out...not a sword, but a decently-sized working knife from a sheathe attached to his belt, hilt-forward, which he holds out for inspection for just a few seconds before putting it away again. It's been a much more useful tool than his hands over the last couple of days, even if it doesn't have quite the plant-clearing power that Felwinter might be hoping for.

"Fine by me." Dustin gives the warlord a curt nod, turning his head to follow the path he imagines Felwinter's eyes traced when he glanced towards city center. "I imagine I'll have a lot of information to trade once I connect with this data point." His face falls into a frown. "Annoyingly."