Maxwell's mouth twitched, eyebrows cocking slightly as Metaari summarily plopped down beside him.

"Well," he chuckled pleasantly, "I suppose it worked out then."

He shifted the arrow to the same hand as the whetstone and reached with the other to meet Metaari's. "Maxwell. And don't worry, it looks intimidating, but a few dozen times across the courtyard and it gets a lot easier."