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“Of all the things I expected out of you, swords were not it." "Why? I like shiny things that make other things go squish." [...] “Tell me that’s a lightsaber.” Zia came around to join them, and she was quick to correct. “No, not quite. It’s a bejeweled magical sword, activated by runes that—” “It’s totally a lightsaber,” Wicky cut in, handing it over with glee. [...] Nico was already bounding ahead, lightsaber in full swing. “My name is Nicholas di Rocci. You threatened my mage. Prepare to die!” And then he promptly started making lightsaber noises as he cut into two ROUSes. “Vrãu, vrãu—”

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A Mage's Guide to Human Familiars

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