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Eventually his father's vigor started to wake and Eadric took over the majority of the forging they did. Rather than be disappointed with that he viewed it as more training. He learned to hit harder and more precisely. He grew used to the clang of metal on metal in his ears. The vibration in his arm.
For six years he worked that forge. Churning out horseshoes, nails, axe-heads, saw blades, daggers and cutlery, but when his father retired for the night Eadric made himself a sword.
Eventually Eadric's father passed in his sleep, a life of hard work and alcohol consumption costing him his life. With nothing tying him to his home, he buried his father and left the property in the care of the guard he used to watch years ago.
He's been on the road for nearly a decade now. In his late thirties, but his elven blood gives him the youth and vigor of a man still coming into his prime. (2/2)
