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The Blacksmith eyed her for a moment, and while his expression was one of disinterest, even annoyance, he was still awfully curious. What in the blazes was a young lass like this doing out and about in these parts, at this hour, alone? Asking for trouble is what it was to him, but seeing her...

With each crushing blow he poured his pain. Beneath the weight of his hammer, the strength which he put behind it, there was no choice but to give way. He wished that he could lose himself in his fury, that he could let it grow with each strike - but he could not. Not really. If he did, the...