“Martin is so dour, he is more like Gimli.” Sanya pointed at Susan. “Her sword is much more like Aragorn’s.” “Aragorn wishes he looked that good,” countered Thomas. “What about Karrin?” Sanya asked. “What—for Gimli?” Thomas mused. “She is fairly—” “Finish that sentence, Raith, and we throw down,” said Murphy in a calm, level voice. “Tough,” Thomas said, his expression aggrieved. “I was going to say ‘tough.’”
