"Ehhh... Depends... I once entered a tournament in which I bench pressed 2000 lb. When they noticed I had three arms, they called me names and disqualified me. I broke their faces and compressed the golden trophy. But my record must have been when I fought that crazy man up his tower. The freak dropped it on me when I came to collect his taxes... I have had a lot of awful jobs... That one still takes the cake. Excruciating. I was stuck for three days under that tower. Some people digged me out. If the weekend hadn't passed a few days before, I'be gone for sure. At that time, I still used my old four Elven arms, so that made things even more difficult. Besides the old man, I haven't had a good beating in a while. I can just intimidate most wizards, so they don't dare attacking me."

Herm grabs one of the arms of the student and pulls her up.

"But if you look closely, you don't see any Elven arms on me now, do you?"