He reached into his pocket and pulled out the sketch of the warrior. “We’re going to ask your best smith how hard it is to make this scale mail.” He already knew the answer, but he wanted confirmation anyway. She sighed. “Come on, then, wife. Put on a happy face.” “Ugh.” She reached over and slid her fingers into the crook of his elbow. “Good God, control yourself, woman. We’re in public. At least wait until we’re in the bedroom.” “Your corpse will grow lovely goldenseal.” He laughed again and walked her down to the smithy.
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