I see my little troll boy sitting on the floor, engrossed in playing... I'm taken aback. That's unusual, so I approach quietly & see him carving with a knife on my good blacksmith's hammer. Oh no, not again. Bartok! i growl .... what are you doing with my hammer? I hear a horse and look up, i see you arrive my smithy, you lead you horse over to me. i can tell it needs new horseshoe
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2neco arc's husband
19/02/2025