"The magic? Of my swords? Sure thing. In fact," he says, and for a moment lowers the phone so that he can look at Runa without a screen between them, "I think they called to me before I ever saw 'em." And just like that he raises the phone again and starts to nod.

"I think if they really want a person, they don't need to be held. But I know that once you hold 'em, you give 'em power over you. Lotta magic's like that. You know that. Don't invite evil in... But posin' with it strategically ain't off limits."

He ducks out from behind the phone for a quick smile and a nod. The camera clicks and Harrowheart says, "Your arms were just fine."

He stows his phone away and nods in the direction of the joust. "So? You ready to win?"