Dolthafaer wrinkled his nose in distaste at the sharp scent of the balm as he rubbed it into his shoulder, the large bruise there as bright a purple as the tunics he tended to wear to gatherings in the Hall of Fire. The balm and the bruise both were gifts from Sargiel, a fellow recruit of the Hammer with whom he had taken up training. The lady fought very well; she was young, but had apparently been born with a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. It had been a long time since he had had such an excellent sparring partner.
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The Order of the Hammer
