Just beside the Village Temple of Rha, was a small house, its size more closely resembles a hut, ordained with religious symbols around it, similar to the ones at the temple. Moel opened the door and entered while Gabriel followed closely behind. “Mom?”Moel called out as he entered the house, searching in the living room. But he froze as he saw chunks of cut-up meat covered in large leaves on the ground. “What…” Gabriel recognized it, “It's the red bear meat, seems your mother made things more easier for me…” Moel sighed before walking towards his mother’s room, and as he opened it, he could see his mother holding the skin of the bear, now made into a garment. “Mom! Thats not mine…” He covered his face before facing Gabriel, “I’m sorry, I didn't know my mother would do this, I hope you weren't planning on using the bear’s skin.” “It's fine. I only brought it with me for the meat.” He said before turning to the pile of cut bear meat. The monk wiped off his forehead sweat before

“Shagrat na lugburz!” The skinny creature commanded the newly grown red bears. The bears struggled to move around, only a few seconds ago they were newborn cubs, but now they were forced to grow up, and since they hadn't learned to walk, the balance of their body was weak. However, the almost humanoid short red bear raised his hand, his gesture almost looked like a puppeteer trying to control its puppets. And as soon as it did that, the emotion that was present in the cub's eyes were all gone and they started moving towards Gabriel with their mouth ready to chew on him. Gabriel raised both his hands to defend against them, but as one of the bears swung his hand at him, he could feel that the bears had nothing but bones. And the bones weren't hard at all. They were as soft as babies. “Guess we all make mistakes, huh,” Gabriel said before ripping the bear in half, almost like paper. The body was stretched too thin. And its weight was just slightly above the weight of a cub. The oth

“Well, they might be a bit rusted sure. But in this case, and against the enemy that we are about to face, these weapons will suit all of you better.” Gabriel replied. “You know that’s bull-” “It's not if I can prove it to you,” Gabriel interjected sternly and turned toward the small crowd of guards. “I need one man to pick up this weapon for demonstration.” “I’ll do it,” Norvin said, still confused about how a bunch of rusty old spears would be able to help him in this situation. He held his breath as he lifted the weapon, expecting it to be heavy, but the weapon came off the ground easily. “It's lighter than I expected.” He whispered. It was lighter than the longsword that he was used to but not by much The Captain got closer to Gabriel, his head shaking, “I don’t know what you're trying to do, but unless you prove to these men, that spears are capable of killing those red bears. They won't follow your orders.” Gabriel smiled, “Don’t worry, they’ll trust me.” He said before

The clouds started covering the light shining from the sun, and the village darkened. Bjorl looked up and shook his head, “I can't help with you that.” He said before walking towards the store. Gabriel was taken aback by this, “Hold on, this is a blacksmith, anyone would expect you to be able to craft a bow.” “As I said, if you want that, you came to the wrong place, you can get help with the spears and swords, but not that.” He kept walking towards the store. Gabriel held onto the Blacksmith’s shoulder before pointing at the store’s logo, which included a bow, “Next time, dont put anything you won't be able to craft on your store’s insignia.” The Blacksmith, stared at the insignia while his lips quivered. He didn't reply to the village’s new defender and entered his store. “Can you believe this guy?” Gabriel turned to Moel and the Captain. “Tell me there is another blacksmith here?” The Captain looked equally as confused, “No there isn't.” “Thats great…” He replied sarca