And I will smite my enemiiiiieeeeees! [Closed]

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At last, progress on one front; the wizard had finally arranged for that sword-forging that he'd promised Ronnae what seemed like lifetimes ago.

He'd gone to the usual efforts of tidying up the place: cleaning out the area around the teleport circle, scrubbing free the caked-on layers of ash and grit from many an explosion, and laboriously fumigated the last lingering hints of beer-waterfall out of the cracks of his furniture. Now, having called the orc girl, he simply folded his forelegs in front of him and lounged on a rug near his comfortable furniture, reading from a book that floated in midair.

(No. He hadn't bothered to dispel the magic that had him in a draconic form at the moment. Why should he?)

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[ronnae.livejournal.com]

Ronnae came as she was asked, she stopped right before Abi's workshop and looked at the door wondering what was in store. At the very least she smiled, she hadn't seen her friend since planetside, Wonder how he's doing... She knocked on the frame awaiting a response.