Abraia arrived in the area on a strong wheeled cart filled with planks of wood, nails and piles of stone for the construction of a home. She had heard about the burned down home of his and had not delayed in preparing some essentials. She jumped off the wagon, standing with her hands on her hips as she looked at the blackened area where his house used to be. The story that had been told her about the possible cause of the fire had her raising an eyebrow, but she didn’t insist on getting more information. If he believed that spirits had something to do with it, then spirits it was.
“All right, Eternum,” she shouted happily. I came prepared to build a fortress if it was necessary. I even managed to get a bag of salt for that circle you wished to have.” She came down the wagon and started sorting out the materials as any experienced smith would do. “Don’t worry, my dear, we will get you back in a safe house that is also spirit-proof in no time.”
“All right, Eternum,” she shouted happily. I came prepared to build a fortress if it was necessary. I even managed to get a bag of salt for that circle you wished to have.” She came down the wagon and started sorting out the materials as any experienced smith would do. “Don’t worry, my dear, we will get you back in a safe house that is also spirit-proof in no time.”
