"I'll listen to you for now," Mr. Wednesday says pleasantly, as he lurks back up to the group. When he left - slinked off, more like, and just as quietly and suddenly as he's come back - he didn't have that leather scabbard on his hip. The pommel of the sword is unadorned but elegant, with a basic finger-guard; the curvature of the scabbard suggests a scimitar or close relative.

He looks much more comfortable than he did when he left.