Wall of Disclaimers is up on my profile. Note: I divided everything by scene.
The next morning Alex woke to have a sword in his face. "Up and at 'em, boyo."
Alex wiped the sleep out of his eyes and settled on looking grumpy. "Here's you reward boy, an enchanted sword." Alex stared at the blade as it landed on his lap with a soft thump.
"Clarent?"
The inventor nodded. "The mythical Clarent."
"Thank you."
Smithers grinned. "You're welcome, I hope you like biscuits. They're plain, but that's all I have."
"Love them," Alex replied strapping the sheath to his belt.