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"Perhaps a hobbet wizard can help me!" he says, smiling. "Can you make people forget? Or can you help me to not say things to my disadvantage?"
He squats next to the group, doffing his pack and gently setting down his bow and quiver. he takes out an apple and bites into it before continuing his tale.
"Someone asks you where you're from, what you've done, you tell them, right? That's all I did. I'm here to fight. I told them that, too.
"But when they heard I was a smith, they shoved a hammer into my hand an pointed me at the forge! If I wanted to be a smith, I could have stayed at home. No opportunities for loot in smithing."