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Adok laughed. The Dwarf was roaring as he had the finest bottle of wine that could be acquired from the intimidation of Peasants. He poured himself a glass only to gulp it down so fast that he might as well been drinking straight from the bottle.
Next to him was the Nobleman Count Remon. The once mighty warrior brought low as he lost his left arm to the Greenskin choppas. He was both a little stunned and shaking his head, a glass of barely drank wine within infront of him.
Lucian was on the other side of these three men. The Armor wearing Squire looking at his glass in a sort of stunned surprise.
The count shook his head finally, “You will get far Lucian.” Declared the Knight as he picked up the glass and took a drink from it.
“Ha, he’s going to get far indeed! He might reach Karak Dorn with how far he is going to go!” Joked the Dwarf as he just poured himself another drink, “Is this a time to be looking moppy Umgi?”
“Huh? Uh, its just a lot to take in.” Lucian admitted as he placed a hand on his chest as his heart felt like exploding, “I’m… I’m a Noble now. And I am going to become a Knight Errant!”
“With a Feud with a Prince.” Remon said as he leaned in towards Lucian, “I planned for you to learn the trade over a few years but now that is impossible. If I do not teach you everything I know before the end of this campaign then he will run you down on Horseback and impale you.”
“Thats if Lucian’s armor is not tough enough.” Smiled Adok as he eyed the set of armor, “Thats fine quality steel for being a few hundred years old. With how strong Lucian is I can make it as thick as Dwarven Armor!”
“That…” Lucian stopped worrying about hit excited heart for a moment to speak, “That sounds tough!”
“Aye, its the strongest armor you will ever find. I already got all the metal I needed and a forge where I can start making it!”
“By the Lady this is too fast.” Count Remon was rubbing his head as he looked towards Lucian.
“He deserves it.” Adok said as he looked at Count Remon with a firmness in drunken temperament.
