"Well, well... Well... I never thought you'd survive *that*! But I guess It's time for the God's hand to play It's card and pick It's winner."
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"Not just anyone could survive being a Sell-sword, nevertheless be successful, but somehow, Clorrin made it, the crazy bastard. 12 Goddamn years we've both crossed swords, had each other's back, broke each other's bones, carried each other to a medical tent. You get the idea. We're the largest frenemies you'll meet this side of Gret-Run."
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Clorrin, Sarah, Groumsh, have been Sell-swords since they could govern their own lives, but our main character Clorrin finally had a stroke of luck. Although, that happens at the end of the story, right now, It's time for how it begun.
Clorrin and Sarah grew up in the village of Clawtooth's Strike, a Beastkin village. Sarah was the brains and brawn of the two, but Clorrin was quiet and sneaky, and a bitch when needed, and some sly talking to go along with it.
They grew up normal lives as best friends, and left home to become mercenaries, Taking on different jobs working with and against each other. That is, until they're forced to unite to fight off the only thing that can destroy the land...
Yes I know It's a bad description, but the colours lie in the book, so please read!All Rights Reserved