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<blockquote data-quote="Fyrestryke" data-source="post: 4378929" data-attributes="member: 4809">A lazy fall afternoon conversation with Malikai, the local blacksmith...&quot;Ol' Marston's daughter, she's a strange one, she is.&nbsp; Well, I say &quot;daughter&quot;, but everyone knows ol' Marston adopted her out of pity after what happened to her ma and da.&nbsp; Wha?&nbsp; Nay, nay...&nbsp; Nothing that horrible should ever be spoken of in polite company and you'll get nothing about it from the likes of me.&nbsp; She may not look it, but she is one of the best hunters in this whole blasted stink hole of a town.&nbsp; I watched Marah one day stalkin' a bahr near the edge of the woods on the south side o' town.&nbsp; She snuck up on that there bahr, whipped out that short sword of hers and laid that bahr low with one swipe.&nbsp; If I hadn't made that sword for her...the finest swords money can buy anywhere's near here...I coulda sworn that sucker was glowing when she took down that bahr.&nbsp; Musta been the sunlight glinting off'n it.&nbsp; Not a licka fear in that girl, no sir.&nbsp; She trades the furs with that boy Thicket.&nbsp; Hope she never turns out as weird as ol' Marston.&nbsp; That old fool is always goin on about knowing how to create stuff just by thinkin' about it.&nbsp; Pfft.&nbsp; I asked him to prove it and he never has.&nbsp; Ain't no such thing possible if'n ya ask me.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Fyrestryke, post: 4378929, member: 4809"] A lazy fall afternoon conversation with Malikai, the local blacksmith... "Ol' Marston's daughter, she's a strange one, she is. Well, I say "daughter", but everyone knows ol' Marston adopted her out of pity after what happened to her ma and da. Wha? Nay, nay... Nothing that horrible should ever be spoken of in polite company and you'll get nothing about it from the likes of me. She may not look it, but she is one of the best hunters in this whole blasted stink hole of a town. I watched Marah one day stalkin' a bahr near the edge of the woods on the south side o' town. She snuck up on that there bahr, whipped out that short sword of hers and laid that bahr low with one swipe. If I hadn't made that sword for her...the finest swords money can buy anywhere's near here...I coulda sworn that sucker was glowing when she took down that bahr. Musta been the sunlight glinting off'n it. Not a licka fear in that girl, no sir. She trades the furs with that boy Thicket. Hope she never turns out as weird as ol' Marston. That old fool is always goin on about knowing how to create stuff just by thinkin' about it. Pfft. I asked him to prove it and he never has. Ain't no such thing possible if'n ya ask me." [/QUOTE]

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