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You Named Your Sword Fire? Fire? What Kind Of A Boring Name Is That? You Might As Well Name Your Sword 'blazing Blade' And Be Done With It. Fire Indeed. Humph. Wouldn't You Rather Have A Sword Called Sheepbiter Or Chrysanthemum Cleaver Or Something Else With Imagination?

The Poison Dart Hidden In The Raisin Tart.

Really! Between You And Eragon, I Seem To Spend Most Of My Time Among The Varden Healing People To Silly To Realize They Need To Avoid Getting Chopped Into Tiny Little Pieces

A Man Rarely Knows The Day And Hour When He Will Die. I Could Be Killed Any Moment And There's Not A Blasted Thing I Can Do About It.

Never Ask An Elf For Help; They Might Decide Your Better Off Dead, Eh?" (orik) (eldest) (page 207)