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“Wear it proud, Ghwyr Lightfoot.” Paryghor said his parting words and waved his goodbye as he took him to the square where the cart was waiting for him. “If it gets ruined, come back here… I shall repair it for yah.. ‘course yah gotta pay for it.” He chuckled.

“I will indeed, sir Paryghor.” Ghwyr smiled and offered his hand for a handshake. “Until we meet again.” He smiled.

The dwarf grabbed his forearm and yanked him closer to the dwarf. “Don’t die ‘til then.” He grinned. “Now, off yah go… the cartman here is a lil’ impatient.” He nodded at the cartman.

Ghwyr rode the fully seated cart. He sat at the corner of the seat, the only vacant one at that time and waited for the cartman to go. He turned back to Paryghor waving happily. The dwarf was already far from him when the cart began to move. He waved some more until the dwarf faded into the crowd.

“Finally, I thought you’d be waving forever!” A familiar voice cracked from the passengers.

Ghwyr turned towards the voice and saw a hooded
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