Dilefir A Drakmuth
My eldest son to writes me to come home, but I stay away. He can raise his brother, he's almost of age. I'm using my time for more important things. The mine still hasn't opeed, and it's been 2 years. They claim there's dangerous monsters and it can't be opened. I brought my old bow and arrows, and start hunting them myself. I went to sell merchants, stopped by house, brought the baby along.The entries of Dilefir's Personal Logbook were both torn and written over, making it hard to read. What was surmised from the text was she took him, the baby Weringal A Drakmuth. Her sons Arlabips A Drakmuth and Noldhir A Drakmuth have had similar experiences when they were younger, and when asking around they hear that she was seen with their younger brother, knowing there was nothing they could do. There were some unsavoury people Keregrem was talking to, and crime there were certain crimes that was tying him and his new business of selling the two ring styles he had created. It's suspected it's how she got money to buy the small puch of land near Kifore Path. There were suggestions in her logbook that they may have offered the same to her, but she declines, and stays on the road, and manages to make an agreement to not be stolen from at the least by the thieves.
One day I find a letter tacked onto our door, from a Meldilepit A Nuntrech, the father of he girl who didn't know what her name was. He was inviting me to a local fair. I thought it odd, as I have not said more than, "That'll be 200 efels." to the man. No mention of his wife or family, I threw the note into the fire, ignoring whatever implications he was trying for. Odd.Time passes, and she is getting more and more reputable, both in business deals and infamy among the other townsfolk. A loud but stoic widower, she showed no compassion to anyone, and kept both stern eyes on her youngest son. Mnay remark they can't think of a Dilefir that fell in love with the gentle well meaning Keregrem.
I almost sold my ring, but I couldn't. Someone looked at it and I snatched it from her hands, claimed to be able to replicate wth cheaper metals, and so we began making copies of the ring, but it stayed safetly on my finger. I can't give you away Keregrem.Unnamed thieves ran rampant on the road, stealing from the small booth at night, with other customers, just as shady as them to be fair, but we somehow managed to save. They steal of all things the bugs that I keep bottles up to stop frmo biting me. As Weringal grew taller so wider did his hidden stash of runes grow. I haer there's a new type of rune they're making, rumors from shady individuals that hang around the alleys of I still wanted his mind to thrive, so I bartered a price down on a book for Weringal to read after being chased away from the water's shore. I let him sit int e garden trees, and swatted away the vermin that tried to perster him, monsters and human alike. But the book wasn't enough for him, and he actually took from his stash I saved for 7 years, claiming it was for hi after all, and that he wanted to create something with t. Drawings of fantasy rich lands ad even a bridge, to cross into the other land, he would say, he bought supplies for. It was a makeshift thing, and I saw red. Less than one third of what I have made for him, gone, by the whims of a ten year old waif of a boy.
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Hazel green eyes, small pupils that made her look angry and sharp at what she gazed at. Brown hair, always a little messy, a thin uncared for Braid of Ardus dangling on one side of her face. She had a straig
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