You recognize the man standing in the door underneath all the dust and grime that covers his face. He was a local farmer named Romel and while normally a tough man, he looked to be quite distraught at the moment. "Hello Romel, do you need something?" The farmer looked some what flustered as he fiddled with the haft of a broken axe. "Er, well to tell you the truth..." he mumbles some what akwardly. You lean closer to him, your broad frame leaning precariously on the old timbers. "Yes?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "Is your uncle in? This old axe broke and I need it for splitting wood this winter." you shake your head, much to Romel's dismay. "Sorry, but he's out at the moment. However, if the axe need repairing I can do it in a couple 'o minutes, if you have the time. The man nodded empetheticaly. "Yes, yes! Please do, I'll pay you the five coppers that your uncle normally charges." You smile at the farmer who takes a seat near the forge. "Alright then..." you say, looking at the broken handle. You frown for a moment, puzzled. The wood was realitively new, but the handle was splintered neatly in two, not something that would have come with a misplaced stroke. "If you don't mind me asking, how did this axe break exactly?" you ask as you loosen the heavy iron head from the shaft. The farmer looks at you, flustered and says...
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