Another market. Not much happened.

Somebody tried to assault the city, as usual. Svart sent his best generals, Knut and Ragnar, to deal with it. There was no need for Svart to go. Svart certainly wasn’t scared of Gorm. I am an adult now. Things don’t make Svart scared, because there is nothing that can hurt Svart. I am too quick and smart.

I wonder if Svart should learn blacksmithing. Then I wouldn’t have to pay the two copper to get my weapons unkept. I could do it myself. I could also melt down my gold ore to bars. Along with my jewels, I could make a gold crown. Svart was able to get the secrets out of the color wizard. He let it slip that his gold crown protected him from magic. He was very nervous when I spoke of gold weapons. I could make some of those too, possibly. It is possibly time to bring back some of the holy steel that Svart has been saving up to be made into his weapons.

Things are turning now. Runehiem is protected. Svart has many friends now. Svart’s many enemies are on the run.

Rhyme and Reason got their magic suppressed. After the magic had left, there was little left of what humanity that was left. They were confused as to what they were doing and impressionable. They wandered around and others were trying to take care of them, the fire magic had eaten away at their soul and mind, just as Wolf-Rik had described happening to him, and what was left was a fragment of what their prior human self must have been like. It was sad to see them in that state. Then their magic came back later and they returned to their hateful state and leered at Svart and made threats. The thing inside of them knows I will be its doom.