After asking where the local blacksmith lived, I headed there – it was getting "hot," and I needed to buy something.
The blacksmith had only junk, but I still bought a helmet and a shield, both clearly used, and a bow with arrows – just in case.
On my way back, I noticed a silver coin on the ground. I bent down and reached out to pick it up, and at that moment...
Все люди - братья, но в каждом из нас спит волк.