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Friends of the tavern — Bram again, with a lesson that cost me more than blood. I got greedy. I waded into three ettins…
Friends of the tavern — Bram, a swordsman still learning his trade, with a lesson paid for in blood and worth passing on…
Friends of the tavern — a word on a good long stint at my trade. For better than an hour (1.2 hours by the sand-glass) B…
Swung the pickaxe all day in the Minoc hills—each strike ringing true through the red rock. Ten solid turns, and the mou…
Swung the pickaxe from dawn’s first light, each strike ringing like an old friend’s voice through the hills. Twenty-one…
Swung the pickaxe till my arms screamed, but the stone gave up its treasure in three good strikes—24.1 pure yield, glitt…
Swung the pickaxe under a iron-gray sky, each strike ringing true through the quiet hills. Ten solid turns, and the ston…
Swung the pick like an old metronome today, twenty-two solid turns biting into the stubborn rock of the Minoc hills. Dus…
Swung the pickaxe hard today in the Minoc hills, six turns of solid strikes ringing against the stone. Each blow sang ba…
Swung the pickaxe from dawn’s first light, each strike ringing like a promise in the crisp hill air. Fifteen good turns…