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Chapter 4

The old man stroked his white beard with a nod. 'Interestin' tale that. So, yer think it not
be a Lord o' tha Village? Hrm. I say yer be thinkin' again. Yer gotter remember yer
history, lad. That village be founded on rage an' revenge fer a betrayel long ago. Them
Lords bled fer tha village jest like yer an' I, it be all they know an' care fer, so I figure I'd
be might cranky too if it abandoned me. I'm thinkin' yer need ter do what yer kin ter aid
'em an' show that ain' no one abandoned em. Thas' what yer be needin' ter do.'

'Aye, that be good advice. Thinkin' I will. Who do yer think it be? Tha lost Lord? Some
villager been speakin' wit that drow weaponsmaster an' him be sayin' that this got
somethin' ter do wit' a black dragon an' some Hammer o' Khaos.' Said Bartis.

'A hammer yer say? Interestin' indeed lad. I ain' sure who it bein', but, I'll be tellin' yer
this much. I be knowin' a tale 'bout tha Lord Thror gettin' imprisoned once. Tale says he
appearin' like an apparition rattlin' chains an all ter villagers. Yer know how them got
em free? Wit his hammer, or so tha story goes, cuz that was centuries ago. Now, it be
time fer a nap. I be gettin' too old. Yer be comin' back if yer need ter talk more.'