In the forest you’re startled when something flies into your face. You swat it away, assuming it’s a bug of some kind. It coughs, and you’re astonished to see a fairy man hovering above you, holding a tiny battle axe. He looks you up and down and sees you’re unarmed. He grins and advises, Never walk away from home ahead of your axe and sword, stranger! You can’t feel a battle in your bones or foresee a fight. He extends his little hand. I’m Tör Ivarson, by the way.
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