“Can I help you?” Jorgin asked. The man wasn’t at all familiar to him; good quality leather armour, hardwearing trousers, boots, a big pack on his back and a sheathed sword on his hip. His hair was grey and cut short to his scalp, and deep wrinkles lined his eyes.
“You the smith?”
A standalone story from the Poisonroot universe. A village blacksmith, under threat of being replaced by a machine, is visited by a living legend.
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Music: “The Pyre” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com).
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