Noman politely thanks Zanthia for her consideration in providing quarters to rest in. The offer to take any desired classes did not escape his attention either, but he has something else in mind that seems a bit more urgent...or at least more important to him. "Frederic, Isawda, I'm heading to the library if you need me. I need to do some research on that hilt His Highness mentioned." As stated, Noman headed for the nearest library, to see what he could find out about this mysterious bladeless sword.
In truth, the king had approached Noman on this subject two or three months ago, back during the Festival of Crows. With the hilt being stuck partway into the fae realm, Noman had decided at the time that studying fae lore would be a good way to start, but by the time he'd finished those studies, he'd forgotten his original reason for them. Now that the king had appeared once more, and with a second piece of the sword no less, Noman was harshly reminded of the task he'd been given, and felt terribly guilty for having delayed for so long. Add to that the king's apparent demise, and the need to finish the task set forth became paramount in Noman's mind. It was time to take this job seriously.
...but with how little information there was on the hilt to begin with, finding out anything more would certainly prove difficult.