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Meltaret aimlessly wandered through the business district, not in the best of moods. After traveling such a long distance, he didn't really know what to do now. And the sign near the gate wasn't particularly encouraging. He hadn't been properly explained what to do when he was sent to Covellia. Perhaps he should wait until someone contacts him or something else happens...
As the Melchiorian descended the stone steps to some square, something bumped his elbow. The hilt of a dagger, picked up in the wastelands. Meltaret didn't really know why he still kept it, but the thoughts that came to him when he remembered the trophy weren't particularly pleasant.
No, it's better to get rid of it. He doesn't really need it. The Melchiorian looked around, thinking about where to do it in the most useful way. His gaze stopped on a building with a sign that read "Halgard's Forge," and he went inside.
As the Melchiorian descended the stone steps to some square, something bumped his elbow. The hilt of a dagger, picked up in the wastelands. Meltaret didn't really know why he still kept it, but the thoughts that came to him when he remembered the trophy weren't particularly pleasant.
No, it's better to get rid of it. He doesn't really need it. The Melchiorian looked around, thinking about where to do it in the most useful way. His gaze stopped on a building with a sign that read "Halgard's Forge," and he went inside.