[ The man takes it... gingerly. Which is kind of puzzling because Chrom thinks it's a fine glove? The material is lightweight and comfortable, but also durable enough to survive many a battle.

But there are plenty of eager worshippers surging forward, and while Chrom is troubled by a few of the offerings (body parts and indiscernible meats?), he accepts the exit with grace, nodding to their unimpressed elder and sweeping away with an unconscious flourish as his cape fans out behind him.

There isn't much room for solitude in the area, the sheer magnitude of worshippers is impressive, though Chrom can imagine why, when they're faced with their deity right before their eyes. He still finds the entire ceremony fascinating, and he looks back at Lucina with a gentle smile, evidently unfazed by the encounter. ]

Thank you for your assistance, stranger. I'll admit I was at a loss as to how to keep my sword without offending the old man. Are you a visitor to this area as well?

[ Since she was so willing to step in to aid him, he can only suspect that she isn't part of the world created by the training machine. ]