Laertes hears the clash of steel on steel, and he looks up from the board he's bending to shape by the boat shed. He shoves it into place around the last peg of the frame, then swiftly belts his sword back on and jogs over toward Magnus. "Art well?" he calls, unsure whether the flying sword is friend or foe. Magnus doesn't seem frightened of it, so Laertes doesn't immediately leap to his defense.