[Darin circles the young man, thoughtfully rubbing his chin. He picks Minato's hand up by the wrist, examines its length in relation to the rest of his body, then let's it drop. He does the same with the other arm, turning his hand over at the wrist to inspect the palm.]
[He quirks an eyebrow thoughtfully.]
[He turns back to his stall and rummages through his wares...]
[Then, without any warning, he pivots and tosses a sword (sheathed, of course) right at him, keeping a close eye on his reaction.]
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[Darin circles the young man, thoughtfully rubbing his chin. He picks Minato's hand up by the wrist, examines its length in relation to the rest of his body, then let's it drop. He does the same with the other arm, turning his hand over at the wrist to inspect the palm.]
[He quirks an eyebrow thoughtfully.]
[He turns back to his stall and rummages through his wares...]
[Then, without any warning, he pivots and tosses a sword (sheathed, of course) right at him, keeping a close eye on his reaction.]