[The voice post clicks on, and Fakir is there, pointing his wooden sword at the camera.]
Hey, Arland! Didn't you want a rematch? Or did you change your mind and back out?
[His words are harsh, but he's grinning. He never looked particularly old, but he seems almost younger somehow, in his eagerness to play, and his usual grumpy frown is gone
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