"Grimborn." She let the name roll from her tongue, her forehead creased into a frown. "Who is that?"
Raised by dragons from an early age, Lilly had no contact to another human being for thirteen years. Being a wide eyed innocent she has no idea of...
A shiver ran down my spine as stepped outside this morning. Wrapping my fur cloak tighter around my shoulders I raised my head. The sky was consumed in numerous shades of grey and the smell of rain hung in the air, promising to join us later that day. I let out a deep breath and started to head down into town. Something important was waiting for me.
The town square was already full when I arrived and bustling with activity in preparation of the upcoming feast. I gave short nods and words of greeting as I made my way to the blacksmith.
When I entered the forge, I found it to be in an utter mess. Tools such as the pounding hammer, tongs, buckets as well as shields, swords and axes lay scattered all around the floor. The hearth was still cold, which was very untypical. I frowned and stepped further inside.
"Karl?" I called out to the blacksmith.
A rustling sound came from the back of the hut and one moment later Karl appeared. He had dark circles under his eyes and his short brown hair was tousled.
"Good morning chief." he said and ran one hand over his face. "I'm sorry for the mess, I didn't sleep well last night."
I let my gaze wander around the room once more before I spoke up again, letting my hands rest behind my back. "I was wondering if the sword is ready?"
"Of course, I finished the last details yesterday." Karl let his hand drop to his side and hurriedly walked over to a wooden table that stood next to the hearth where he picked up a sword in its sheath. He handed the weapon over to me and I let my hands run over the handle of the sword. My lips turned upwards in a satisfied smile as I drew it from the sheath. It truly was beautiful, a short-sword made out of gronckle iron and so light that I had the feeling it weighed nothing. The hilt was made out of gold with dark red leather wrapped around the handle for a better grip, the middle of the cross-guard was designed like the head of a night fury with rubies as its eyes, so that it looked like the blade was emerging from the night fury's mouth. The pommel was also set with rubies and the blade was engraved with runes, saying our family quote: Fire in our hearts.
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"This turned out very good indeed, you are truly a master Karl." I pointed out and put the blade back into its sheath but Karl managed only a small smile before he let himself slump onto the wooden stool next to the table. He looked utterly exhausted. "Is there anything you would like to talk about?" I offered and took a step closer to him.
Karl sighed and raised his head to look at me. "Have you seen Martha today by any chance?" he asked crestfallen.
Now that was not something I would have expected. "Not yet, but why would you ask?" I wanted to know.
"She didn't come home last night. My wife is going crazy, she fears that Martha has a lover and would disgrace herself." Karl explained, rubbing his hand over his long brown beard. "But I know my girl, that's not something she would do."
