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... tsack! That Seloph wench can hardly control ah fookin' torch, let alone ah whole blasted forge! Tae ave the gall tae call 'erself a master What an insult to try experts at the craft, Grimsley hollered.
Currently, Lone and Soph were sat in the man's house in a very dirty and messy living room-slash-forge.
A peculiar combination of rooms, that was for certain, but who were they to complain considering the building's size? Lone did have to wonder why he was operating out a slum thou ...
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