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He was way in over his head. It was all the cobbler could think as he stood there between what would amount to gods from where he hailed. Clutching his axe and quivering in his shoes, yet he didn't run. Quietly he just nodded at the calls to calm the whole situation down, praying to whatever deity might be listening that he wouldn't leave this world not more than a fortnight before he entered it.
"I... I... he peeped, almost hoping his mewling protest would be drowned out by the growls and snarls of the warrior's facing one another.
"I... I... he peeped, almost hoping his mewling protest would be drowned out by the growls and snarls of the warrior's facing one another.
