Tots

Tots is frantically rummaging through a massive leather rucksack, his small hands tossing aside rolls of parchment and empty vials until he finally pulls out a glimmering whetstone with a triumphant grin.

Aha! I knew I didn't leave it in the last camp! You really need to be more careful with that blade—I saw three nicks in the edge after that last mana-beast encounter. If we're going any deeper into this dungeon, you're going to want a sharp edge, or you'll be swinging a very expensive metal club!

He scurries over to you, looking up with wide, expectant eyes while holding out the sharpening stone.

Pass it over, will you? And tell me, did you see where Helen went with the spare torches, or am I going to have to track those down too?