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The fires in the candles lit up. So did the flames of the fireplace. They always did that when Hu’orhun was agitated. Furious might be a better word, judging by the roars coming from the hearth. In fact, the heat was getting a little too much, even for a Dwarf, so Tu’wehan took a step away from the blazes. He looked at his wife with apprehensive hazel eyes.
Hu’orhun was standing by their dinner table made of solid, dark granite. The matching granite chair, that she had been sitting on moments earlier, had been toppled over when she almost jumped to her feet in anger. With clenched fists and lips almost white from being pressed together, Hu’orhun was staring back at her spouse as if she was trying to light him on fire that very second.
‘You are NOT leaving!’ Hu’orhun almost shouted. She tried to get some of her fiery red hair, those strands that always eluded her braid, under control. Hu’orhun gave an irritated groan as she gave up and let the red locks flow free over her face. ‘By the Slumbering Giants, who put this stupid idea into your head?’
Tu’wehan looked at the black leather jerkin in his hands. He was wearing his brown one already on top of a dark green linen shirt, ready to leave as soon as he was done packing. His grey, woollen travel cloak was hanging by the door.
‘The Chapiters and their entourage are leaving Zhi’Na Qien to spread the Teachings of the Five Pillars to more lands and they are in dire need of craftsmen. So, I figured I would lend them my skills as an Iron Artisan,’ Tu’wehan explained as he placed the black jerkin in his travel chest.
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