Korhelon

[Crowbill 493]

(A bit of ambience music for the read)

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Hellio wiped his brow, bringing the last of the supplies to the old tent city most people forgot off after the dwarven capital was made. His caravan, although small, was somewhat ready for travel, but Hellio was still interested in dwarven lands. Not as much as before, of course, but he still wished to be around a bit more. His kin bid him farewell, and he was ready for a new chapter of his life, even if it ends shortly.

 

"Eh, wha deh fook, moight as well make ah gift or tuh! Someone moight even join whoile ah wait!"

 

So he grabbed some leftover black paint from all the letters and documents he had to make, and started writing on a nearby plank he had. He quickly mumbles, throwing the plank away since it was nearly not good enough. Half an hour later, he finally manages to come up with an idea and funnels it into his brush, making short and quick strikes against the oak wood. Quickly finishing it, he left it on his cart before searching for materials for his next project.

 

On the sign it says:

 

"Korhelon,

may your crafts find luck here."

 

 

 

[Elad™ 560]

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