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"If this 'glove' was given me by Safrin herself, I believe it capable of defeating most things," Ronin said with a simple shrug, getting more comfortable on his bar stool and taking a sip of ale while turning his free hand over to examine the gauntlet further. He placed his mug back down and reached up to tug his shirt to the side, baring his right shoulder. It was a mass of uneven puncture scars in the shape of a maw much larger than any human's - a gift from said monster. "It was mighty enough when it sank its fangs into me and gutted a fellow soldier with its claws," he murmured, tugging his shirt back in place. "From what I have learned from the natives of this place, it guards the Spire and has done so for centuries. It doesn't eat or sleep, and its bite is venomous." Indeed, he had been visiting the Glade unable to sleep when Safrin had appeared to him the first time. He fell dutifully quiet to hear Bastien's story, a warm smile on his lips, and he lifted his ale to his lips once more. "As a first experience goes, it looks as though we were both very fortunate," he murmured. TALIESIN SO LOOK, AND CONNECT WE'RE REFUSING TO RUST HEALING HAS TO BEGIN IN THE PAST