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Arithon, badge visible because as far as he knows he's on tonight, enters the bar and finds a seat at Bar herself. This only means that when he's informed what he'll be eating by Tashka it is a bit faster than normal, as instead of chittering and returning with food, Bar serves the meal.

That's right. His life is run by a rat.

So there is a bemused Master of Shadows looking at a bowl of soup, mug of ale, and plate of dark bread.

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But it's so shiny!

You could trust Ron with a magic sword!

"So adding onto Faith's five-mile runs then, yeah?" Ron asked, though he didn't sound disappointed about it. He wasn't looking forward to it, sure, but if it meant he got to be on the team, all on his own...

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Canon is not entirely clear why, but in general it is a Very Bad Idea for non-s'Ffalenn to try to deal with this particular magic sword.

"The runs are for endurance. You also need to build other muscle."

He holds out an arm, and flexes. Despite the fact that he still looks like he's got the body of a teenager, despite the fact that he's skinny and slight and could almost pass as a child, and despite the silk of his shirt his arm is corded with muscle,

"You are old, to begin, but Tom is older and does quite well."