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"Then, with grave formality, he unsheathed his sword. "How old is that thing? Have you had it carbon dated?" He looked aghast, as if she'd insulted his grandmother. "Hey, no disrespecting The Sword. Besides, it's only three or four centuries old." "Only? I would think that technology has improved since then. Why wouldn't you get a new one?" "I'm on my way to, remember? Try to keep up, halfling."