Making a weapon [open]

[Wanderer]

Glorin shuffled around the small hut, in which he built on the outskirts of a village on the lake. He had not been here in a while. But the only other key holder, D'Artagnan, a friend for many years, had been here. A note lay on the table when he had entered:

Dear Glorin,

I stayed here for two nights, not much has happened. I have been growing weary lately and I have much hope in seeing you soon. I am heading to Tamasha. Look for me there.

D'Artagnan

Glorin read the letter quickly and grunted. He then crumpled it and threw it in the fire. He had also been traveling late. Selling and trading his goods. He had made good money and could afford some time off. He would travel to Tamasha and meet with D'Artagnan. But first he was going to make a present for him. A nice dagger would be good he thought.

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Glorin examined the dagger in which he created. A beautiful curved silver blade, with a shining red hilt. It was crested with a white crystal. He smiled at his creation and wrapped it in a cloth. He then put on his pack and made ready for his adveture to Tamasha.