"Stabbed me in the ribs", Arven progressed with the story quickly, pointing two fingers towards the side of his waist.

"Loathe though I am to spoil the end of the story, but I didn't die", he "revealed" with a twinkle. "I probably should've. The bandit was quicker than me, attacking before I could loose a single curse. But she let me live. She sat me down and patched me up. Why? Because she needed to know the purpose of the magic wand she'd now snatched from my possession. For she was of course a muggle, perplexed and profoundly curious about my bizarre weapon. She demanded to know what it was."

Arven paused. "How would you have responded to her demand, had you been in my position?"