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Post by Summer Lover on Mar 7, 2005 19:46:01 GMT -5
The blacksmith grunted, and got to work. ***An hour Later***** "Here," he grunted, handing the grimy, yet fixed sword back to Grace((this is a low- quality blacksmith, he does his work, and that is just about it.)).
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Post by grace on Mar 7, 2005 19:49:03 GMT -5
"Thank you" she said, "And where can I get polish for the sword?"
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Post by Summer Lover on Mar 7, 2005 19:57:09 GMT -5
"You don't need polish, just a soft raga nd your spit."
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Post by grace on Mar 7, 2005 19:58:01 GMT -5
"Where can I get a soft rag?" she asked
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Post by grace on Mar 7, 2005 20:26:16 GMT -5
"Nevermind! I'll just find one." Grace said. So she found one, cleaned the sword off really well, and headed to the market to get a rose.
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Post by Summer Lover on Mar 9, 2005 19:01:21 GMT -5
"The blacksmith yelled after her," Bye......." as his voice faded off.
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Post by grace on Mar 9, 2005 22:13:21 GMT -5
Grace didn't hear anything.
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Post by knightET on Mar 10, 2005 16:31:48 GMT -5
((*clapclapclap* VERY NICE! very claenly nicely done w/ out our UNSMITIBLE Admin...))
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Post by Summer Lover on May 9, 2005 15:45:04 GMT -5
((You can follow Grace from here to Farmer Darlioth's stall))
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