After a fortnight in the spine, I found myself in caravel. My first order of bisness was to get a new knife for Marn, my younger brother. as I made my way up the hill to the local blacksmith, I heard the faint wisps of the bellow that fed air into the furnece. I pushed the door open and saw horst's son, Baldor. "Hello, Staurk. I got that knife you asked me for." he walked over to the tools and pulled a knife in a sheath out from behind a sturdy looking hammer," It would be easyer to fightr an urgle than to keep a secret from Marn, how old will he be?"
" six," you say smileing, " You didn't have to get a sheath, I could buy one."
"Tell him its our present." I handed Baldor some meat and headed out of carevel toward my house. what does your family do.
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