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Chapter 20: A glorious encounter.

Looroll thelightbringer I was living around Aldan Enak at that time, lurking around and living off the nearby iklits just north of the hamlet. Aldan Enak was not our hamlet, but we were borrowing it from the wide coalition of allies we had. I was meeting a lot of new dudes, each wearing different types of armor and all types of tribal talismans. Very few noticed my presence, but there was one that looked at me several times, and remained silent. I left off towards the usual iklits and had my normal time killing iklits by the dozen. On my way back I noticed that this mahrim male, was still in Aldan Enak observing me silently. I put all the precious stuff in my bank and was preparing for my second trip when, all of a sudden he let out a small secret smile.

Almost offended I enquired about his posture and he calmly said; "You are doing it all wrong my friend." These words echoed through my mind like an avalanche raging down with might and glory. I fell silent, meticulously picking the right words to use as my reply. It took me some minutes to formulate a response and meanwhile this mahrim waited calmly with glaring eyes.

"Would you be so wise to explain your pompous assumption, Mr. Mahrim Hairy male?" was my reply. A slight chuckle left his full lips, which resembled more like a groan to a normal human, but I caught a small smile on his face. He was not angry at me but indeed amused by my ignorance.

Like a wise elder that experienced many tales in his long life, he sat down beside me and with the tone of a caring grandpa, he explained why he came to such conclusion. He showed me that my arms outmatched the sharpness of the blades I was using, and no matter how strong I was, the blades were preventing me from slashing harder blows! For a second I blushed because indeed I felt very strong. Shyly I leant over and prayed for further explanation.

"It is very easy," he said to me. "You just need stronger swords." It all sounded simple to me, but I knew that the implementation will prove very difficult. I did have two very strong swords in my bank, forged with a rare neithal ingot and nothing less than fifty slices of metal. I was saving these two swords like a throphy in my bank, and frequently I applied oil to keep them in optimum condition. During my adventures I always used the forty sliced blades, that took nothing more than iron ingots to make. They were trustworthy enough to me and always executed their jobs too well. There was no way I would take out my precious treasures and risk losing them. That was definitely out of the question and on this I was as stubborn and unbending as a mule.

Next Chapter 21: When gallantry and knightship meet, the lightbringer is born.

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