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A pendant of a roaring bear's head swung from his neck with the rhythm of the horse's gait.,The boy carefully avoided touching his armor, remembering the last time he had, Bolten had snapped three twigs off him.,"Hmm." Borto scratched his thick beard and nodded. "Right now, all you need to do is get familiar with the runes of the Quen sign."。