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the the young Gharu'ndim felt having to continually wipe the cold
wet rain drops forming at the end of his nose seemed to subside
with a break in the clouds. A plump older lady dressed in a drab house dress scuttled into the Kitchen carrying a load of pans whistling a happy tune and heading towards the stove. The whistle came to an abrupt halt when she tripped over a kitchen broom and landed with a crashing thud. With a large bellow the maiden shrieked "SHIRA.... When I get my hands on YE WILL wish the Banderlings had gotten Ya!!". She bellowed in vain as the boy had already ducked out of the kitchen half-way to the smithy with a smirk on his face. "Servers ya right Hilda you wench, always tell me to watch where I am going", he called after her trying to keep down a low giggle. He knew when he got back he was probably not going to have any dinner but it was well worth the chuckle. Shira went towards the Smithy to finish his chores hoping to make up for the broom incident. He truly thought of Hilda as a second mum since the lost of both of his parents. Lost in thought he rounded a corner by the Fletcher that if he was thinking about he would have avoided. This is the spot where Mickey was last seen before his disappearance. Although Mickey took things a bit to serious he still dearly missed his friend company. Mickey was not the first to disappear in Zaikhal but he was the first in a long time. His disappearance weighed heavily on Shira. The rumors about the disappearances ranged from banderling attacks to simple runaways. Mickey would not run; he was like me he had no where else to go. Shira thought. Surely he would have told me... "Wake up lad" said a gruffly voice coming from within the smithy. I have much work to get done before sun down." "Aye, sir" Shira said in a solemn voice. Opening the door to the Smithy..
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