Turns out that those little tin helmets don’t offer much protection from whatever horrible thing Maresh has under the leather bag.

I’m having fun drawing Turvin’s min-tin blade, the way it changes shape from a curved “throat-cutting” knife in panel 2 to an almost defensive-looking spike in panel 3 to a lashing, razor-edged whip in panel 5.

Mixabokes’ reduced stature, while it has numerous drawbacks (namely: he is an ugly little imp-thing) also allows him to resemble an idol like other household gods. Useful when you want to stay hidden, though our intrepid innkeepers are familiar with that trick.