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I knew intuitively that the time to speak of the Sword hadn't arrived. Whatever higher being or universal force or spiritual power contrived to twist the bow and send an arrow into my conversation with the Bandit to stop me from revealing the nature of his weapon would've most certainly applied more drastic means if I'd have insisted on telling the young man immediately. Not superstitious, I still felt a shadow lift from my soul when I decided to hold my tongue.—Personal Accounts of Events before the Fall, by Keeping Track.
The mood was jubilant, the assassination attempt common knowledge.
Like prisoners granted a reprieve, the bandits played all the day long. Of the bandit nobles invited from other bands, only Leaping Elk had come. He too was reluctant to join the frolicking bandits
