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-Clang- -Clang- -Clang- The hammer fell down rhythmically, at regular intervals. -Clang- Jonn stood before an anvil, with multiple forges glowing in the background. -Clang- In his right hand he held the hammer, while his left held a pair of long-handled tongs gripping a piece of red-hot metal. -Clang- With every strike of the hammer, the metal slowly took shape. -Clang- He rotated the tongs, and the glowing metal became rounded. -Clang- The crude form of a helmet became apparent. -Clang- Out of the crest, the head and front legs of a horse rose, giving evidence of Rohirric design.

Talgoy! Wake up... come on you lazy pup, wake up! —say an old voice as Talgoy started to open his eyes. When he see the face of an old and bearded man with a glass eye on his right he immediately yells, freaked out.

This time, his head ached even more - Most likely because of the fact that this time, he hadnt drank some infused water, but instead - Beer. He was forced to drink it, that much he remembered. Oh how he hated beer, how he loathed any form of alcohol. The drunkards' drink, the one that clouded your mind, made you slip. Atleast he knew what time it was, though he didn’t know where he was for a moment - He woke up in a bale of hay, with thin strands of grass in his mouth, and dust on his face.

His head ached, though his eyes were shut, and his mind half at rest. Opening his eyes, he could see above him, a man, but the morning light was harassing his vision, and his face was unclear - After a brief moment of awkwardness, he made out the man's face. A grim face, with gaunt features, and a single, wide, scar running from the man's right eye, all the way to the center of his chin. Whatever caused that must've hit him hard, he thought, but didn’t say; For some reason this face seemed familiar to him.

I was not content to leave Bree-land without giving Hughes a proper goodbye, so I returned, with a supply of flammable liquid, and went to her estate.

Her breath echoed in her head. The hand clasped around her throat, becoming tighter every second that the correct answer was not given. Her eyes snapped open and studied the man with strained focused.

The man, stood before her like a mountainous troll. His eyes, fearsome to look upon and his stare sending shivers down her spine.  His face was chiseled, though it was frightening to look upon as his skin held many scars as well as an eye, whitened by damage of battles gone by. She feared to look upon him. There was something unwholesome about the man. Something not human.