NOW LIVE! Today's the day you meet your new best friend. You don’t have to leave Wolfy behind... In 'Pets & Sidekicks' your companions level up with you!

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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jack Haggerty" data-source="post: 108002" data-attributes="member: 89">As usual throughout the night, Jack had paid very little mind to Slort's inane ramblings.  "If you say so, Slort," being the most common reply the old goat, with, "Mmm, hmmm..." running a close second.After the changing of the guard, Jack wearily slung his heavy, round wooden shield over his shoulder, and began trudging home, with a wave to Slort.  Hearing an unearthly screeching from the bookbinder's home, he glanced back up to the window where he had seen the earlier flash of light.Making his way through trappings and the din of the smithy, Jack shouted over the ring of the hammer, "Sounds like Noscalle's having problems with those mirrors, again, Dad...  Maybe he'll bring them down here to get them fixed right this time."  Out of the smithy he continued, and up the stairs to his small, spartan room above the noise and heat.  He leaned his shield against the wall, and unbuckled the belt that held up the scabbards that sheathe the dagger and hand-and-a-half sword issued to every guard in town.  He hung the belt and two blades carefully on a small peg over the shield.  Finally, he striped off the soft brown leather hauberk, that had been turned into mail by sewing wide rings of steel to it.  He draped the armor over a rickety chair and placed his steel cap on the seat.Walking down the stairs into the kitchen for breakfast, he greeted his mother, "Flock's come in to the butcher's this morning, Mum," he mentions as he scoops porridge into a bowl.  "They'll have fresh mutton today."  Spoon and bowl in hand, he snatches up a thick slab of bacon from a hot plate, and makes his way out to the front steps of the smithy to eat his breakfast.</blockquote>

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