[The Fabulous Croupelt's Falling Circus]

Val stands there for a moment, looking dumbly at the sword and paint brush. Geez, the sword sure felt real. He guesses it'd be a pretty bad trick if it didn't, though. He doesn't really have any time to think about it, though. He moves toward the leftmost box. He places the point of the sword against it. He glances uncertainly back at Croupelt and then presses it in. Then he'll go to the rightmost one and mark it with the paint. He's really not sure what to expect from all this.