Lancelot can see the change in Faolan immediately, but he can't quite discern what it means. He is nervous, to be sure, but why? What about the blade makes him feel this way? He must recognise it, perhaps? It cannot be that he is uncomfortable with blades as a whole, the man does not strike Lancelot as weak of constitution.

"A test," he echoes, trying for a calm sort of tone. "Nothing more. All you need to do is destroy it."