Damn, this metal is garbage! I should just toss it, Bjorn, go to that metal trader, Frik, and bring me some of that fresh iron he has got. " Gallion called over to me. We were in the shop working on a few jobs that needed to be completely, I had not realized that he had started to mend that old sword he has been hanging onto. "Don''t tell me after all these years, you have finally decided to listen to me about something?" I asked him shocked. "Shut up and go, before I change my mind. There''s more to this blade then just this. Go. Now." he said. I did, in fact I left that shop faster then I even had in the past. I was not going to miss the chance to finally get some answers about why he had it. I wasn''t going to rush to Frik''s shop though, the weather was nice and I was in need of the air. I was nearing one of the trade centers of the village were Frik was usually set up, when I started to hear the raise voices of a group arguing. Coming out the path and row of homes into the center that''s exactly what I found. A large group of people gathered together arguing about something. I decided to stick around for a moment and listen to the news.


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