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Message: <blockquote data-quote="dimsdale" data-source="post: 4850764" data-attributes="member: 79956">Kruk stares down at the axe for a minute or two. He then carefully picks it up and inspects it. Tears begin to well in his eyes. "Friends, I know the origin of this axe and the one who forged it. For years I worked  as a blacksmith under the guidence of the a famous blacksmith of my race named Thorklson. One day he discovered some strange ore. He took the ore an smelted it, then carefully crafted it into this axe. It was master's most prized possesion. Years later, the axe was stolen from him. The thief (giving a guarded stare at Carolina <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />) was never found. My master was never the same after that. Quite frankly, it was one of the reasons I left to venture on my own. If you don't mind (looking at his fellow adventurers), I'd like to use this axe in honor of him, and one day soon, bring it back to him, thus reuniting the axe with its rightful owner."</blockquote>