After paying, he left without a word, five thousand gold pieces, for the five special throwing axes, but rubbing his thumb over the blade, and he could tell it was razor sharp, and he was well aware his muscle would be capable of propelling the axe with great force. He could lay in wait, hidden by brush and shadow, and then fling the axe with great force, striking down an enemy before they ever had a chance to react. And even if they did see him coming, it’s still difficult to stop a chunk of sharpened metal being hurled your way.
He was rather glad his career paid so well, he could easily afford the axes without any major draw backs, though the work was hard, it also sculpted his body into that of perfection, and gave him fantastic endurance and stamina. He chuckled to himself, it only took him a little while to fell a ‘magic tree’, which he could easily bring in a profit of thousands with the timber, if he was a lazy person, he could fell one or two a day, but Forrest Nateur was not one to slack off, and that is why he was a very wealthy person, but it was his dedication to his work which kept him humble.
Approaching the impressive looking house, he assumed that Dalla had married a nobleman, and probably had some children, but it wouldn’t hurt to stop by for a little while, just for a visit. He knocked heavily on the door three times, and patiently waited. He listened closely, and soon heard footsteps, and the door being unlatched, before finally swinging open. She hadn’t aged since he last saw her “Forrest!” she shrieked out, embracing him, she kissed him for what felt like an hour, completely taking him off guard.
“Well darlin’, good to see you too.” He said with a crooked smile, when she finally relented.
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