[Watching her for a second, pausing mid-sentence, he sits down next to her. Shoulder to shoulder, against the rough wooden wall. The mattress groans and something small scuttles away and disappears in to a dark corner.]
I knew a man once- only, I suppose he was really just a boy, but to my young eyes, he was a man. He worked in a forge in one of the small villages we came through.
He was Inferni, someone who calls to the fire- and he made the most sturdy swords. Sharp and durable. He taught me how to make my own.
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[Watching her for a second, pausing mid-sentence, he sits down next to her. Shoulder to shoulder, against the rough wooden wall. The mattress groans and something small scuttles away and disappears in to a dark corner.]
I knew a man once- only, I suppose he was really just a boy, but to my young eyes, he was a man. He worked in a forge in one of the small villages we came through.
He was Inferni, someone who calls to the fire- and he made the most sturdy swords. Sharp and durable. He taught me how to make my own.