The Master Craftsman
Barak headed home after a typical exhausting day at work. He neared Crossroads Clearing, noticing extra tents placed near his. A wide smile spread across his face, seeing a smoldering campfire and the smell of roasting meat. His clansmen from Highcrag had returned. “Garrick! Lira!” Barak shouted as he picked up the pace. Warm smiles […]
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