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Jason slowed as he relized that the smithy was in ruins. He hoped he could find decent armor and weapons somewhere before heavy fighting broke out. He looked to where the old man was standing and gaped. It wasnt possible, he was dead, he had seen him die hadnt he? Memories flashed through his head, the images blurring together and voices becoming nothing more than a mumble.
What happend? How in the hells did he get into the middle of this group of what appeared to be angry townspeople? Nothing made sense, he had to find something to drink, maybe a good ale....yes, that was it. He walked off to where he thought he had seen a tavern.
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