Prince of the West wanders back in, eyeing a slightly nicked sword that had wet in the rain. Seeing the Knight and Curumo looking daggers at one another, he shrugs.
"Either of you guys have a dry rag?"
Not taking his eyes off his foe, Curumo bends down and rips a piece off the edge of his robe.
"Oh, you didn't have to do that", Prince assures him.
"No matter", Curumo waves his hand blithely. "I'm getting a new one next week. No-iron this time - it takes me hours to press this thing."
"Ah", nods the Prince knowingly. Glancing at Inkspot standing there with here hands full of sweets, he shakes his head and begins drying his blade.
"Trust not that cloth, sir!" cries Knight of Gondor to the Prince. "Trust nothing from the hand of that vile sorcerer, who is the woe of man and elf!"
"Oh, I don't know", the Prince says, eyeing his dry blade. "Whatever else it does, it can dry things well. Say, you wouldn't have a stone about you, would you? I picked up some nicks here that I have to work out."
Taken aback, Knight fishes about in his clothing. Inspot approaches and offers refreshment.
"Want a jelly bean?"
"Sorry", the Prince answers. "Didn't bring my toothbrush."
"Here you go", the Knight hands the stone to Prince. "Hone thy blade, then stand hard by my side whilst I battle this evil magician!" He whirls his blade in a dramatic arc, nearly decapitating Inkspot and scattering her candies about the floor.
"Er, right", the Prince says, edging away from the enthusiastic Knight. "You know, you might want to be a bit more careful where you swing that thing." Edging Inkspot out of range, he begins helping her pick up her sweets. "Is he always this way?" he asks her sotto voce.
"Oh, he's very helpful. I wanted the licorice in smaller pieces anyway."
"I prefer them larger", croaks Worm, grabbing at the loose candies.
"Well, then, I'll leave you to it", the Prince says, taking the honing stone and his sword away to a corner.