Xrpt: Stones in the Stream
"It looks like we're low on supplies,"Peter said, dropping the pack he was holding. It hit the ground with a lightweight flop, as though to prove his point.
"That's no problem,"Taylen replied. "I can fix that."
"How?"Peter asked. Taylen just smiled and walked out of the camp.
"All right, then,"Peter muttered to no one in particular. He sat down against a tree opposite mine. He sighed, looked around, then apparently decided he was already quite bored.
He drew one of his concealed blades, a slightly curved dagger, so fast I couldn't even tell where it came from. I watched, mildly fascinated, as Peter threw a few experimental swings into the air, then examined it closely. He gently ran his fingertip along the edge, then pulled a small whetstone from his pocket. It made a loud rasping noise as he began scraping the blade along it. It grated on my nerves, but I didn't say anything.
"I expect you don't have a plan,"Peter said quite suddenly.
"Well,"he said,"Taylen seems