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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 28, 2012 19:40:50 GMT -5
A narrow path up a long hill starting at the square of the River Gate. The path winds up the hill, past blacksmiths working at open forges, freeriders haggling over mails of plate and grizzled ironmongers selling old blade and razors from their wagons.
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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 28, 2012 19:51:21 GMT -5
Felric wearily walks up the long street after a long day. Entering Tobias's smithy, he nods to the master and proceeds to his room. Returning with a apron and hammer in hand, he begins his work for the day under Tobias.
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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 29, 2012 12:31:29 GMT -5
Going back inside the shop, he carefully dressed for his journey back to the North. This bow deserved closer scrutiny, and he had a feeling there would be more knowledge of it back in the ice and snow. Black furs over leather, daggers at side, bow slung behind his back, Felric left the Street of Steel, the reins of his garron in hand.
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