The powdered design flared up, white hot for a moment,
when Huragard slammed his hammer down on the shield with a holy shout. It
cooled to a smoldering orange. The lines on the steel were straight and even in
color.
“This will fetch a good price,” Huragard declared, barrel
chest swelling with pride. Truly, the gods continued to smile on him. The high
priest of Ashome had even installed one of his hammers in the temple to Fire to
Steel.
Ulgar examined the shield with his merchant’s eye. “It
might be hard to sell. I’ll have to find a nobleman.”
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