Well there it was. The sword. Rufio backed off a couple steps and met the challenge, still twirling the blade before the other, teasing him.
"Don't really want to hurt anyone," he mocked, dancing to the side suddenly, just to try and put the man off his guard. The mention of mug, though....
"Mug? What do I want a cup for?" he laughed. "Unless it's gold, I guess. Then yeah. Give it to me. And get out of the fairy's woods. She doesn't like ugly old men trampling on her garden, and you don't want to make her mad."