Sturdy, A Wandering Willow

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*These pages are found in a rather small copperplated book, written with a small but neat flowing script*  [orange]The story of a Wandering Willow - Sturdy[/orange]  The time has come. Time for me to prove myself and start my wandering without the guidance of Silver Tongue. Time to make a difference and see new places.  I have come to the town of Hlint on Mistone, this seems like a good place to start.

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After spending some time here in Hlint and it's surroundings it seems I made the right choice. There are many who need the help of a less skilled traveller. When asked of my 'profession', I say I'm a traveller that tries to make the world safer. I cannot call myself a monk till I've had and trained an apprentice like Silver Tongue trained me.

My skills have improved greatly since I got here. Did a lot of errands with a fellow dwarf Dweten Azak, and quite a few other dwarfes that I've met. I try and speak with little accent so as all (non dwarfes) should be able to understand what I say, but sometimes I fall into the old habbit when I'm with other dwarfes. Especially if there are only dwarfes in the company that I travel.

Now I think I'll try and out the new set of clothes that I've bought. Think it might need a little refitting though *pats his belly and grins*. After that, I'll do my daily training and go to the Inn for a bite of food and an ale.

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I was up in Grey Peaks with a rather large group. All was going well and had just begun our return. Then everything crumpled, people started dying left and right, and I fell too. That was not the bad part though, for I learned from it. When all had gotten out of the mountains Azak, Garnet - who by the way is a monk for Vorax - and one more (Amareth something) decided to help me get to my grave so I could put my soul at ease. And now comes the bad part, because of that Azak fell - so who can I blame but myself for not insisting that should spend the time my soul was upset to contemplate and truely take time to understand then and there why it had happened.

This is why I'm not a monk yet

Luckily Azak met a friend that helped him get back to his grave by turning him invisible for a while. After we returned I took the time to train and think on my own, which I should have done earlier and thereby not causing Azak to be slain.

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How nice it is to be able to say that my skills are improving.

I have done a lot of training lately, and I have now mastered quite a few new skills. I've now made my first potions, baked my first bread just to mention a few none Willow related skills. But my Willow skills have also improved, my right hook has also improved greatly. The motion needed gets more and more natural and I really get the shoulder into the strike now, which the opponents can feel I dare say.

During my extensive travels with other dwarfes, it has becomes very evident that I have very little accent. It must be because of all the different races that are representated in the Wandering Willow.

I'm still a long way from being good enough to take an apprentice, and even further from having the funds to set up a Willow Garden. But I do feel the calm when I visit Willow Gardens when I'm travelling. I have made quite a few visits to especially the one in Ravens Watch. Like the training in the cold and fresh snow. Think there's something mesmerizing about the crunch of snow in an otherwise quite enviroment.