You peruse the weapons shops. There are a variety of interesting weapons. Varys takes a liking to a throwing knife. You notice a young man carving a short wooden sword and a kid who's just bought a huge bastard sword and is swinging it around for fun, trying to impress his friends.
You approach the kid who's swinging the sword widely in the air. After a few moments, he looks up at the two of you. "What do you guys want?"
Varys grins. "Nothing. Just appreciating your finesse with the sword."
The kid grins back. "Yeah it's a beauty. The stupid carver says it's too big for me and its length would make it off-balance, but what does he know?"
You can't help but interject at this. "I would assume a lot, since he makes a living carving swords…."
"Yeah, well watch this," the kid says as he starts swinging the sword wildly, smashing various objects around him. Suddenly, he loses his balance and falls, getting a few splinters in his leg. He starts to cry and runs toward what you could only assume is his mother. Varys frowns; so much for that potential recruit.