Mr. Milako approached me after some kind of a Cadre or somehing and kinly chatted away to me. He went on to ask me what i did as a profession. I said, not much, as the tasks of late are like Grief's coking! Hard and DRY!
He offered me a deal, protection from Undead and such for a couple of my finest swords. I, of course, obligd ad go to workin'.
Not too much later i was finished, and with a quick imprinting
* on the swords, I layed them down and let them cool off!
*The Imprint was "Eliza's metal ware's!"
Met him in th' Tavern and told him i even made some practicing sticks made from local Covian wood, well, never kno what ya might poke out untrained *Smiles*
Also i had made him an axe for if he ever was called upon to gaher resources for Cove like last night!
Thanks for the oppurtunity Mr. Milako
*Signed curvatiously*
Eliza Locke, Mothers name, Milligan.
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