Weapon

Oh well.
Jezirea snapped the old book shut and had to resist the urge to sneeze again as it sent a cloud of dust up in to her face.

She set the book aside with a few others she had been looking at and then pushed away from the rickity table. She hadn't found anything interesting in the records, but that was hardly the end of it. She had only arrived in Fernsdale late the previous night and hadn't yet had a chance to check out its sites or peruse its pubs and taverns.

Honostly, it was fun listening to the drunks ramble and having them try to sell her information, even if it was all bogus. The stories they tried to feed her were always amusing, if not interesting.

But then again, she hadn't made a big discovery in over a month, and her pockets were starting to feel a little on the light side. The nearest town, Bygoville, was almost a weeks walk away.
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