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Chapter 6

Arriving in Galadon was an experience, I could hear yells and screams all
about, throughout the night I could see beggars roaming the streets, and
hear the drunken slurs of the bar men as they wondered to their homes.
This town was much different from my home of Udgaard. I came before
the guild about ten at night, and the Bartender was still up serving some
form of brew. I headed to the west and introduced myself to the new
Guildmaster, and we got acquainted in the dark of night, he taught me
some new sparing techniques and weapon forms, along with helping me
hone my defenses. For hours we studied together until I had gotten it
right, and he commented me on my skill thus far. He and I sat down in
the guild exhausted, and we spoke. I told him of my trainer, and he gasp.
He said "No fargin wonder." I asked what he meant and he replied "That
Captain of yours I have herd of before. He brings forth the Fire of his
students, Consider yourself very lucky" With a slight smile and a sigh I
understood what he meant. I had noticed it myself at times. I wondered
why my mind wouldnt let my body let up even if I was so hurt I could
hardly go on, why I could not stop until I got something completely
right, and why my body and form had to be as strong as it possibly could
before I would let myself move on. Thanks to this Guildmaster I finally
understood why. He said if youre the kind of guy that seeks battle you
should visit the Inn of Eternal Star, and listen to the tales spoken there, I
am sure your quest will begin anew once you have listened and studied
their writings for a little while. So after some intensive training of my
own, I took the mans advice, and went for a visit to the Inn. I learned of
the Lords of the realm, their beliefs and teachings, I learned of nearly all
the different clans, and how they interacted, yet I found myself yearning
for more. So with numerous Vouchers I read history after history, story
after story until I got to a rather large book, dwarf marked, entailing the
History of a Village. It spoke of a mighty warrior clan that was betrayed
by those whom had created them, sheltered and took care of them. My
body trembled as I remembered the Screams of my parents, and that
staggering word "Execution." I had found my calling and after having
words with my father, decided that would be the path I choose, because I
felt as the author of this book felt, His name was Thror HammerSong,
and I was bound to seek him out, both for his teachings, and his
knowledge of this village.