Post by Cory Trese on Apr 13, 2014 17:56:51 GMT -5
I saw him, you know, when I was a youngling.
Har har, yes, even this ancient old man was once a child.
He and his companions stopped in our village, just off the southern road.
Aiye, boy, he was huge, just like they say. Don't you listen to the Bards, though, he was no half-god.
A man he was -- born a mortal, just like you or me. And I saw him, with my own eyes!
Even then, before they traveled to the west, he was a hero to many of us in the village.
The Blacksmith would have repaired his armor without pay but the warrior left silvers anyway.
I never did hear him speak, his companions talked with my parents but he simply sat at the Inn's fireplace.
I did see him swing his blade, that morning when the blacksmith had finished it.
Har har, yes, even this ancient old man was once a child.
He and his companions stopped in our village, just off the southern road.
Aiye, boy, he was huge, just like they say. Don't you listen to the Bards, though, he was no half-god.
A man he was -- born a mortal, just like you or me. And I saw him, with my own eyes!
Even then, before they traveled to the west, he was a hero to many of us in the village.
The Blacksmith would have repaired his armor without pay but the warrior left silvers anyway.
I never did hear him speak, his companions talked with my parents but he simply sat at the Inn's fireplace.
I did see him swing his blade, that morning when the blacksmith had finished it.
