"You know ... typically swords should only be handled by someone who knows how to swing the thing. At least, that's what my brother Carver always told me." Comes the wryly cheerful response from behind the boy, where Bethany stood in her Warden robes, leaning slightly on her staff. She lifted one dark eyebrow at the boy, her dimples flashing.

"I am getting the very strong feeling that you haven't been one for swords, yourself."