The blacksmith once again looked at the parchment a visitor had just given him. There was nothing particularly unusual about this order – to decorate armor and a weapon with an emblem. Young heirs from rich families regularly came to him with similar requests. Some just wanted their weapons to look different, others intended to honor their families. Finally, some believed that a certain image would protect them from wounds in battle. Lots of these orders regularly ended up in his smithy and this was not surprising, since he was the most talented blacksmith in the whole area.
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So indeed, there was nothing extraordinary about this new order. Except…
The blacksmith turned around and quickly glanced at all the recent items hiding in the shadows of his smithy. Weapons, armor, and shields which he had been busy crafting for the whole previous month.
A wild boar. An eagle. Another eagle. A stag. One more boar. Three swords with horses on them, ordered by the merchants who came here from the distant eastern province. A stag again. And now – the new emblem, but the blacksmith had a feeling he would have to craft it on many more weapons in the future. Lots of weapons. He put away the parchment and took one of the blank armors. The scarab that the visitor had ordered would look great on it.