Shana walks up to Maxwell, "It's not human flesh it needs to cut though nomally. Humans and some other civilized races are usually cowed well enough by simply being shown steel. You need to worry more about those who are not and 7 times out of 10, those have thicker skin. The exception being you and I. Our reaction to being shown steel is different..."He thinks he's finished with what he needs to do so now he finds a spot on the deck to sit and takes out his shortsword, all beaten up and dulled. He sighs. "This won't do at all. I can't cut through human flesh with this!" So he grabs his sharpening stone and prepares to be sitting there for a while to sharpen the edge. It makes a "shing!" sound each time the blade is moved along the surface, bringing fond memories of Maxwell's first attempts at smithing way back.