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Using some pliers to pick the hot metal, a spade for a plow, she manipulated the metal, making it sing with her hammer.

The Blacksmith was concentrated in her work, so she didn't noticed the new dog of her son to decide to make her company, lying down behind her.

She was going to put the metal back in the forge, when she stumbled in the dog, who cried as she stood on his tail.

"ODGARK!!! YOUR STUPID DOG! I WANT IT OUT OF MY WORKSHOP!!" yelled the kanov blacksmith, angrily, kicking the dog outside.

"You don't need to kick him!" protested her son, comming quickly from the house in the search of his dog.

Once finally the impasse was solved, the blacksmith returned to her work... but soon, again, she sensed that damn dog in her workshop, standing by her side.

Ready to kick again outside that stupid dog, the kanov woman turned.

but instead of the dog, there was a little girl, looking at her with big curious eyes and wagging a tail. She was some sort of... faun? but wolf?

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Working" said the blacksmith. "And this is no place for kids. Go play somewhere else" she said abruptly.

"Oh! I know this was your store, my dear Agrasnk!" said somebody, entering in the workshop. She knew that voice, but hadn't heared it for some years.

"Bog?" she said, recognicing the barbarian, who was dragging along from his arm a one-legged skinny human boy, who upon seing the forge and red hot metals panicked, trying to struggle away.

"The very same, legendary Bog the Barbarian!!"

"I didn't buy the crap you called back then loot, and I will not buy it now. I sell, not buy! And I sell nails, tools and
horseshoes, not weapons. And less enchanted weapons!" warned in beforehand the kanov blacksmith, Agransk.

"Oh, couldn't I just come to say hi to my old friends?" said Bog, while the crippled boy tried to free himself from his grip, and the small half-faun-wolf-or-something girl was exploring her workshop. "How is little Odgark? I saw him in the yard some seconds ago. He is really looking like his father!"

"And by that you mean my husband. Is that clear?!" warned Agransk. Some secrets are better to stay secret. "If you only come to say hi, and not buy anything, I need go back to work. We can meat later after dusk, but now I'm busy"

"Oh! But I have something for you!" said Bog

"And what will that be?" asked Agransk, looking at the skinny human boy, begging that they don't burn him again his face, that he didn't meaned, that somebody named Pumori was guilty, that he didn't teached that Pumori person any word...

"I bring you an Apprentice for your workshop!" he said triumphant.

"I'm not hiring. Or getting useless slaves."

"I'm no slave!" protested the boy.

"Don't offend me! I'm not enslaving or selling as slave anybody! Is just that while adventuring, I have found in this town a very fine, but needy, blacksmith apprentice, so I thought of a good deed for my old friend Agransk, and bring her such useful helper!" Bog said, smiling.

"I live in this town, idiot" said the Kanov woman. "I have seen him. He is one of the many beggars of the town. And he is a thief. He got the mark in his face, burned by hot iron."

"The mark of a tief? You are mistaked Agransk! He is not a tief, but destiny have make him a beggar. Is so terrible the destiny! A promissing apprentice of Blacksmith, who was unlucky of suffering an occupational accident! The Blacksmith's workshop of his family, where he worked, collapsed. He lost his leg there, and... some hot irons fall in his face!" lied Bog.

"What is you idea, anyway?" asked Agransk, but now smiling.

"...well... the little urchin have been causing me problems. So I think it will be a good vengance having to work with you."

"So now vengance is looking for your enemies some hot food, clothing, work and housing?" said Agransk, looking at the skinny boy.

"Well. Look at him! I can't hit him without breaking him!" said Bog. He wouldn't recognice he was trying to help. He had a reputation!

"...I'm no charity, you know? neither an orphanage" said Agransk.

"The problem with this town is that no one are both" said Bog. "Couldn't you get him as apprentice?"

Agransk, the kanov blacksmith, thought for a moment. Her situation wasn't very good, and the needs of her family where first. But she had a better situation than the poor people of the town.

"... if he had some skills, and both legs, maybe" she said. "but he doesn't have neither. In a blacksmith you need strength."

"Come on. He can do something! No one ever level up in his skills if no one give them quests!" said Bog

"Uh? You mean, like that if you need experience get work, and work to get experience, you will never go anywhere?"

"Yeah. That" said Bog.

Agransk didn't know what an uneducated, unskilled, crippled child beggar can do... but she had some debts in her past with Bog.

She looked at the crippled boy.

"What's your name?"

"...Oyvald" he said. He wasn't sure about that brute called Bog or the amenacing looking woman... but it seemed they weren't going to burn or maim him...

"Would you like to get a soup, some clothes and a roof where to sleep?"

"Yes?"

"In exchange, you will be expected to work" said Agransk. Her cold eyes where as well warning him and if I catch you stealing anything I will cut and make you eat your other leg. "I don't think you can help much in the forge. But maybe I can get you some work with other of the guild of artisans."

"I... think?"

Agransk didn't had much faith in the beggar, crippled boy. She didn't know what Bog had seen in him.

Oyvald didn't had much faith in any of this, doubting it will work. But at least he will get some food today, a roof and maybe some clothes... it was almost like if he had succeded in stealing the gold of that brute and his half-werewolf pet!

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"Leaving the town?"

"The adventure calls me!" answered Bog to Agransk, the next morning.

"So. What with the little girl?" the kanov pointed to the half-werewolf girl. "You also want that I take her as an apprentice or something? I don't think she is good for adventures."

"Pumori? Oh! You will be surprised! It results she is a very succesful hunter! She is a very independent little girl." Bog said.

"And where did you find her?"

"Well. I didn't" said Bog. "It was in some forests of Polforia, where her clan lives. She sort of tags along, following me." he raised his shoulders.

Agransk looked worried to the little half-werewolf girl, who was eating some raw meat she have give her as breakfast. "For how long?"

"I don't know... three? four months? After she take the bird I hunted, she have been around." said Bog.

"...well... have you think maybe she keeps following you, because she doesn't know how to return home?"

"...no?" said, a bit perplexed Bog. He turned to Pumori, speaking to the half-werewolf girl. "Say... uh. Pumori. Do you know how to return home?"

"To mommis house? and with mommi and daddi and lillebro?"

"Yes?"

She think for a moment, sniffing the air. Really, everything was different.

"No" Pumori finally said, looking to Bog.

"Dammit!" cursed Bog.

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Kanyiko, the half-werewolf girl, and Oyvald the Beggar are characters from

Description

Using some pliers to pick the hot metal, a spade for a plow, she manipulated the metal, making it sing with her hammer.

The Blacksmith was concentrated in her work, so she didn't noticed the new dog of her son to decide to make her company, lying down behind her.

She was going to put the metal back in the forge, when she stumbled in the dog, who cried as she stood on his tail.

"ODGARK!!! YOUR STUPID DOG! I WANT IT OUT OF MY WORKSHOP!!" yelled the kanov blacksmith, angrily, kicking the dog outside.

"You don't need to kick him!" protested her son, comming quickly from the house in the search of his dog.

Once finally the impasse was solved, the blacksmith returned to her work... but soon, again, she sensed that damn dog in her workshop, standing by her side.

Ready to kick again outside that stupid dog, the kanov woman turned.

but instead of the dog, there was a little girl, looking at her with big curious eyes and wagging a tail. She was some sort of... faun? but wolf?

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Working" said the blacksmith. "And this is no place for kids. Go play somewhere else" she said abruptly.

"Oh! I know this was your store, my dear Agrasnk!" said somebody, entering in the workshop. She knew that voice, but hadn't heared it for some years.

"Bog?" she said, recognicing the barbarian, who was dragging along from his arm a one-legged skinny human boy, who upon seing the forge and red hot metals panicked, trying to struggle away.

"The very same, legendary Bog the Barbarian!!"

"I didn't buy the crap you called back then loot, and I will not buy it now. I sell, not buy! And I sell nails, tools and
horseshoes, not weapons. And less enchanted weapons!" warned in beforehand the kanov blacksmith, Agransk.

"Oh, couldn't I just come to say hi to my old friends?" said Bog, while the crippled boy tried to free himself from his grip, and the small half-faun-wolf-or-something girl was exploring her workshop. "How is little Odgark? I saw him in the yard some seconds ago. He is really looking like his father!"

"And by that you mean my husband. Is that clear?!" warned Agransk. Some secrets are better to stay secret. "If you only come to say hi, and not buy anything, I need go back to work. We can meat later after dusk, but now I'm busy"

"Oh! But I have something for you!" said Bog

"And what will that be?" asked Agransk, looking at the skinny human boy, begging that they don't burn him again his face, that he didn't meaned, that somebody named Pumori was guilty, that he didn't teached that Pumori person any word...

"I bring you an Apprentice for your workshop!" he said triumphant.

"I'm not hiring. Or getting useless slaves."

"I'm no slave!" protested the boy.

"Don't offend me! I'm not enslaving or selling as slave anybody! Is just that while adventuring, I have found in this town a very fine, but needy, blacksmith apprentice, so I thought of a good deed for my old friend Agransk, and bring her such useful helper!" Bog said, smiling.

"I live in this town, idiot" said the Kanov woman. "I have seen him. He is one of the many beggars of the town. And he is a thief. He got the mark in his face, burned by hot iron."

"The mark of a tief? You are mistaked Agransk! He is not a tief, but destiny have make him a beggar. Is so terrible the destiny! A promissing apprentice of Blacksmith, who was unlucky of suffering an occupational accident! The Blacksmith's workshop of his family, where he worked, collapsed. He lost his leg there, and... some hot irons fall in his face!" lied Bog.

"What is you idea, anyway?" asked Agransk, but now smiling.

"...well... the little urchin have been causing me problems. So I think it will be a good vengance having to work with you."

"So now vengance is looking for your enemies some hot food, clothing, work and housing?" said Agransk, looking at the skinny boy.

"Well. Look at him! I can't hit him without breaking him!" said Bog. He wouldn't recognice he was trying to help. He had a reputation!

"...I'm no charity, you know? neither an orphanage" said Agransk.

"The problem with this town is that no one are both" said Bog. "Couldn't you get him as apprentice?"

Agransk, the kanov blacksmith, thought for a moment. Her situation wasn't very good, and the needs of her family where first. But she had a better situation than the poor people of the town.

"... if he had some skills, and both legs, maybe" she said. "but he doesn't have neither. In a blacksmith you need strength."

"Come on. He can do something! No one ever level up in his skills if no one give them quests!" said Bog

"Uh? You mean, like that if you need experience get work, and work to get experience, you will never go anywhere?"

"Yeah. That" said Bog.

Agransk didn't know what an uneducated, unskilled, crippled child beggar can do... but she had some debts in her past with Bog.

She looked at the crippled boy.

"What's your name?"

"...Oyvald" he said. He wasn't sure about that brute called Bog or the amenacing looking woman... but it seemed they weren't going to burn or maim him...

"Would you like to get a soup, some clothes and a roof where to sleep?"

"Yes?"

"In exchange, you will be expected to work" said Agransk. Her cold eyes where as well warning him and if I catch you stealing anything I will cut and make you eat your other leg. "I don't think you can help much in the forge. But maybe I can get you some work with other of the guild of artisans."

"I... think?"

Agransk didn't had much faith in the beggar, crippled boy. She didn't know what Bog had seen in him.

Oyvald didn't had much faith in any of this, doubting it will work. But at least he will get some food today, a roof and maybe some clothes... it was almost like if he had succeded in stealing the gold of that brute and his half-werewolf pet!

_____________________________________________

"Leaving the town?"

"The adventure calls me!" answered Bog to Agransk, the next morning.

"So. What with the little girl?" the kanov pointed to the half-werewolf girl. "You also want that I take her as an apprentice or something? I don't think she is good for adventures."

"Pumori? Oh! You will be surprised! It results she is a very succesful hunter! She is a very independent little girl." Bog said.

"And where did you find her?"

"Well. I didn't" said Bog. "It was in some forests of Polforia, where her clan lives. She sort of tags along, following me." he raised his shoulders.

Agransk looked worried to the little half-werewolf girl, who was eating some raw meat she have give her as breakfast. "For how long?"

"I don't know... three? four months? After she take the bird I hunted, she have been around." said Bog.

"...well... have you think maybe she keeps following you, because she doesn't know how to return home?"

"...no?" said, a bit perplexed Bog. He turned to Pumori, speaking to the half-werewolf girl. "Say... uh. Pumori. Do you know how to return home?"

"To mommis house? and with mommi and daddi and lillebro?"

"Yes?"

She think for a moment, sniffing the air. Really, everything was different.

"No" Pumori finally said, looking to Bog.

"Dammit!" cursed Bog.

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Kanyiko, the half-werewolf girl, and Oyvald the Beggar are characters from