"You are aware of your weakness, which is better than most I've worked with. Cocky sellswords who believe themselves the next black swordsmen, ingloriously cut down by average bandits. Trust your ability but know your limits. Now then, let's go get your saddled up." By now most of the menfolk have already left the two, given that neither were giving them much attention, though a pair did call out to Amelia to offer lessons in tugging their bowstrings. Whether this was a genuine invitation for training or more, would be up to Amelia to pursue. Malkus just continues to ignore them.
Reaching bear the outskirts of the city, the duo would find a stables. "How much do you have saved up? I realize a hundred Denarius won't be enough for a horse, so I'll lend you some money, but the more you have the better horse we can afford. You won't be any use hunting those birgands on foot, or if you're riding a mule."