Dungeons and Molten ore

Dungeons and Molten ore

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A young human blacksmith gets thrown out of his village because he's being framed for a murder that he hasn't committed. Now he's on the run, fleeing to the neighboring province. Sadly, trading isn't possible since he doesn't have anything to sell. On a lonely road, he realizes his fate: bound to be homeless, his skill to forge is wasted on a life of poverty. Luckily, his childhood best friend, a crazy elf girl, followed him while carrying weapons and stolen goods. She convinces him that they should raid a low level dungeon on the provincial border so they can set up camp and use the loot to forge some equipment and goods to sell. Only this one dungeon, nothing more. Unless.......
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"I won him in a game of dice. I never owned him, though. He owned himself and always would, but I did not discover that until much later." Javaneh's people disdain her for her mixed blood, yet covet her magic. On the run from those who would bind her powers, she needs another horse for speed, no matter the cost. So in a caravanserai on the edge of the mountains, she gambles everything she has - including herself - to win one. However, she hadn't anticipated getting a smelly, dim-witted slave, whose only thought seems to be getting his next meal, into the bargain. Such an annoying travelling companion she can do without. Or can she? For with the wolves of the steppe hard on her heels, she may need all the help she can get, even from unexpected quarters. A tale of elemental magic, deception, dangerous escapes and dumplings.

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