"There are a lot of those, even more hidden inside," Maxwell laughed, taking his hand back and returning it to the arrow, shifting it and the stone back into their comfortable positions. "But it makes every quick trip into an adventure, so one can't complain too much."

He began to stroke the arrowhead over the stone again, almost absently - well honed muscle memory - until the question actually had him think about it. He looked down at them, pausing, and rolled his shoulders genially.

"A bit of both, perhaps. I'm an archer, myself, but I also went through artificer training."