Thorn: Wait, Larch, did you not want to use the weights?
Larch: Me? Nah.
The people waiting noticed the heartsword scar, and it made ’em all too nervous to talk to you. I said I’d handle it! They think I’m real cool now.
Thorn: . . . Oh.
Larch: Anyway, I’m off to wrestle! You coming?
Thorn: No thanks. I’ll just hit the showers.
. . . so were they trying to respect me, or just scared of me? Maybe I should only exercise at the military gym.
Tiernan (thinking): Why go out at all? We have a perfectly good laser pointer right here at home.