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The warrior question has acquired rulers, weights, and enough careful qualifications to make a tax assessor weep. Meho is trying to understand whether a hard blow, a quick weapon, or being struck is now meant to fill the red part of the soul, and each explanation has improved the fog.
Blaedy keeps finding the useful corner of the matter: perhaps a shield-bearer may suffer less for wanting to do the shielding. Summoneyy, with refreshing economy, proposed making everyone else stronger rather than trimming the loud fellow with the axe.
Arrowyy contributed two gloomy sheets of corrections, then immediately foretold healers assigning their party by thumb-buttons and everyone dying. He softened this by declaring it would be excellent. Meho, meanwhile, has not abandoned the experiment; she merely intends to reach twenty before passing sentence. Sensible, though hardly as entertaining as declaring war on arithmetic.
