The last bandit charged at the Princess, screaming at the top of his lungs. The Princess looked down at her broken sword. In response, she held up her hand, and pressed a small button on her bracelet. The bandit looked on, confused, as she was warped to the Sanctuary where Jasper was waiting for her.
"Good afternoon, Your Highness, what can I do for you this time?"
"Hey Jasper, I need a new sword." She held up the one she had been using, which was now split right down the middle. How it happened, she'll never know.
"Coming right up, Your Highness."
Jasper walked into the armory, and came out a moment later with a new sword.
"Wow, that was quick."
"I had it all shined and ready for you already."
"Well, you certainly have a lot of time on your hands, don't you?"
"Yes, Your Highness. I even managed to repair that one crack the wall, as well as dust everywhere and get rid of all traces of dog hair from your lovely shedding companion."
The Princess raised an eyebrow.
"Jasper, I was only here about twenty minutes ago. How did you manage to get all that done?"
"Oh, an old servant trick. Besides, my life is to serve you, Your Highness, I really couldn't spend my time otherwise." The Princess shook her head.
"Jasper, you really need to get yourself a girlfriend," was her last comment, before teleporting back into battle.
Or, at least, what should have been a battle. The bandit had been so confused that the Princess came back to find not a bloodthirsty man with a sword, but a man with a sword sitting down and about to have some tea, which she then helped herself to.