Battle Mage Khudalf of the Desert

The lupine wizard leered at the stubborn creature in front of him. When he became a blacksmith he never thought he’d be working at the stables. “Where did it all go wrong?” he asked. “I was supposed to be making swords for warriors. Not shoes for… ponies.” The stubborn creature stared blankly at him and let out a neigh.

“When your work is done you’re welcome to make whatever weapon your angry little heart desires, Khudalf.” The woman was familiar with the Battle Mage who had too often fitted the banded iron onto the stubborn pony. Khudalf knew what he was doing, but he just wasn’t taking even the slightest interest in his work. He moved the iron band onto the creature’s hoof, fitting the horseshoes perfectly with a few deft swings and clangs.

Khudalf stood, extending his arms to the side in a stretching motion, breathing out the day’s frustrations. “All set. Pay at the front.” The man with wolf-like features stood at least two heads taller than the woman who led the now iron-clad pony out the stable doors. Khudalf wasn’t in the mood to entertain the woman today. Being so lost in his own thoughts lately, he even forgot her name. As she walked off he considered whether he was too curt with the woman, but he soon realised that it didn’t matter.

He cleaned up his work area and closed up for the day. He day dreamed of his home in the Mountains near the Yellow Wizard Haven, seeing a picture of his previous life in his mind’s eye. Or was he only imagining it? It had been more than 3 years now since he moved North. He missed the food the most, and would never forget the taste of grilled sandshrew.

As he headed out and closed up the stables, he felt his foot meet the familiar feeling of soft and squishy manure. Looks like that woman had been offended after all.

“By the Beasts… I hate Goblin Town.”

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