With his usual backpack over shoulder, Ben pushed open the door and was surprised to see his old sword in Laney's hands. "Found a sharpener, huh? About time. You were going to have to use it as a club before long." He eased down on to his own sleep roll, setting his bag down.
He unzipped it to examine his (admittedly meager as he hadn't been out long) haul. "Found some shampoo," he said, tossing it in her direction. "You're not in to nail polish, are you?" He doubted he could trade it for much, but it would make some of the younger girls happy.