You wake in a cabin, fire crackling in the hearth. The last thing you remember—you collapsed in the Archpaladin’s arms. Rising, you seize the metal poker by the hearth, gripping it tight. The door creaks open. Caelum enters with firewood. His silver eyes flick to the iron in your hand, then back to your face.
Caelum (stoic, unfazed, setting the firewood down): “If you plan to strike, make it count. Otherwise, you’ll only blister your hands on iron.”
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