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The weaponsmith poured the molten metal into its shape as his pupil ran into the shop "Did you hear! A Lionis survived!" his pupil managed to gasp out, but the weaponsmith rolled his eyes as he finished pouring the molten metal "by leo...who?" he said unenthusiastically, but the pupil grinned "The dragon of death!" the weaponsmith chuckled slightly "I see... the youngest then. I'm not surprised" a small smile flicked up the corners of the grizzled mans mouth as his pupil continued to babble "I heard she's a renowned general and that she's already got an army forming for her! the pupil took a few steps back and raised his hands With scales as dark as the night she glides across the open sky without ever being seen. When she lands and returns to mortal form smoky darkness shrouds her and eyes the color of emeralds spark to life from behind ravenette hair." the pupil leaned forward and wiggled his eyebrows "I heard she's not just strong but beautiful as well. With big ti-" "The people always want a good story boy" the weaponsmith cut his pupil off "No, its true, I hear they're as big as her hea-" the pupil screamed as the weaponsmith took the flat of one of the newly forged swords to his pupils upper arm "Story's have power boy. If a Lionis has survived then that could mean many things" the weaponsmith said, his eyes glancing down to the burn on his pupils arm "why don't you bring your stories to the doctors and get that looked at" he said. The weaponsmiths pupil looked at him and narrowed his eyes before muttering and turning around, heading toward the physicians. The weaponsmith watched his pupil go as he picked up the freshly forged sword and trust it into the water to cool it down, the steam hiding the smirk on his face as his eyes glided over to the pommel with the lions crest etched into its center, Stories spread fast.

If I understand correctly, only Evelyn, her son, and the guards are left behind? Perish the thought! The rumors suggest Evelyn will have to cook for her boy and the guards are on their own!

Rumor has it that Bellris traders are cackling over their brews in the taverns.

"Serves them light-birds right!" One graciously heavy businessman lifts his tankard. "They had it comin'!"
Another, more thoughtful, slowly pours himself another drink. "Think the empire'll do the same to Bellris' notes?"
The heavy businessman chortles loudly. "Nonsense! The crown loves us!"