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Dilf #3 Zargo

MissAvarice you love this man.

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Zargo couldn't say he'd had a hard life by any means. The family forge had been running for five generations before him. They were well known and respected. His family had plenty of money and was satisfied with what they had.

Zargo was the youngest of three children. He had a sister 6 years his elder who managed to score herself a nobleman to marry at 19 and a brother 2 years older who decided to study politics and move up in the world when it became clear Zargo would be taking over the forge.

Like all siblings the three fought for the first 12 years of their lives then suddenly stopped. It's a sibling thing. They still argue but no one can insult their family or things will go wrong. It's a sibling thing.

And they have some damn good reasons to tease Zargo...

Zargo took off his shoe and looked at his foot. That was gross. While fighting his older brother Martim may or may not have "accidentally" dropped their fathers mallet on Zargo's foot.

That resulted in a session of "don't tell mom"s and "I'll let you hit me"s. Zargo didn't tell mom, he didn't tell anyone. But he was pretty sure he was hurt worse than he originally thought.

"Put your shoes back on." Belina scolded Zargo. As a 15 year old she thought she was the epitome of maturity and refinement. Her 9 year old brother was just a big in her grace.

"I think it's broken." Zargo said, ignoring her command.

"I don't want to see your feet in the family room, go to your room to have your shoes off. They reek!" Belina argued.

"Look at it!" Zargo stuck his foot up in Belinas face drawing a shriek from the teenager.

"Gross! Mom!"

A heavy sigh came from the hallway and their mother entered the room. Mrs. Santos was a very calm and patient woman. She was happy to send to the children and the house while her husband ran the forge. Though she did no smithing herself, she did run the shop and often came along to buisness meetings. A little candy on her husband's side if nothing else, a family friendly advertisment.  "What is it, Belina?"

"Look at Zargos foot."

Mrs. Santos looked to her youngest son and the mild patience quickly turned to shock. "Zargo what happened?" She knelt in front of her son to take a better look at his injury. His foot was darkly bruised on the outside portion. She placed her thumb and ran it upwards.

"Ow, mom stop!" Zargo yanked his foot away when she pressed on a more sensitive spot.

"It's fractured. How did you manage to do that?" Very quickly she was going into mother bear mode.

Rather than ratting out his brother, Zargo swallowed his pride and answered, "I tripped.  It's not a big deal, ma."

"It is a big deal if you want to be able to walk right. Sit here, I'm going to get a wrap. I'll have to visit the doctor to see if he's available any time." She muttered to herself.

"I don't need a doctor, ma, I'm fine." Zargo started to get up but a stern look from his mother stopped him.

"If you don't want to lose your foot you sit down and wait." She told him.

Zargo immediately sat back down, looking a little pale. "I don't want my foot to fall off!"

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Zargo, ever the social child, grew up with quite the reasonable friend ground. Generally 3-5 guys his age would spend the evenings together running through town with mostly harmless fun.