"Oh, so that's how you gain skills and titles. Hmm, thought it was supposed to be like the knee from gas, y'know, like gain skills unlimitedly without rhy or reason."
Simon waved this notion off, "Pfftt! This is stupid. Whoever thought of these concepts is stupid. Wouldn't this make the concept of jobs useless, making everyone overpowered?" Nodding his head in agreent, Lewis spoke out aloud, another issue he noticed.
"Umm, so about the Goblin Admir—"
"Say one more word, and your head goes clean off..."
Noticing anything very corroded axe in his hands, Lewis opted to shut his mouth, very wisely. Never ask a woman her age, and n their fetishes. Anyways, what is that about the hamr...
Clearing his throat, he raised his finger. "No, ask anything about my damn titles, and my wall might have a new decoration..."
"No, no, no. I'm just curious about your skill. What does it an by 'Hamr of the Broken One'?"
Exasperated, Simon began explaining, "Huh, well if you must—wait, you can see
It!?"
Shocked, the dwarf took two steps back, gobsmacked that soone could he his skill for the first ti. Tears began pouring out from his eyes, happy that soone could finally read his actual skill.
Noticing that sothing was weird, Lewis hurriedly knelt to Simon, concerned about his wellbeing. "Look, no need to cry... So tell , what's wrong—"
"No one, *sob*, no one believed when I told them the true na of my skill. Everyone saw it to be a rusty hamr. Still, I believe that I had the chance to make my father proud, my mother proud. Yet whatever I did, nothing seed to work. I built a sword, sure, but it exploded as soon as it hit a monster. A pickaxe, boom! Nobody believed ..."
Seeing the poor dwarf wiping his tears away, for a sudden reason, Lewis told Simon his actual skill as well. "Hey, you know what, my skill's actual na is 'Hands of the Broken One', not 'Skillful Hands'. I swear, this only happened after I saw that weird corpse—"
Simon jolted back up. "You saw it as well!?" His voice hoarse, Simon, despite how dumb he seed, knew sothing was up. Realising this runs deeper than it seems, Lewis stroked his chin, contemplating. "Oh well, no need to worry for now. We'll see to it when the ti cos. Anyways, could you show your hamr?"
Struggling for a brief mont, Simon finally renewed. Out of his pocket dinsion, an old, rusty hamr is revealed. Upon seeing it, Lewis' hands started itching uncontrollably, urging him to smooth it out, to remove the rust on them.
Sensing the urgency, Lewis called out to Simon. "Quick, give so rough sandpaper, now!" Sensing the anxiety within his voice, Simon quickly went back, bringing so for Lewis. He quickly went to the nearest workbench, where he began grinding and rubbing the hamr.
"Wha— stop it, stop i—!"
Just as he was about to go and grab the hamr from Lewis, it suddenly glowed. It glowed and glowed, until a large pillar of light erged from it, piercing straight through the roof.
As the dust cleared, gone was the rusty hamr. In its place was a quaint, archaic hamr, etched with a plethora of sigils, emanating power from its very being.
Gazing in awe, Lewis handed the hamr to Simon, who began cradling it, tears of joy flooding out. "Well, here you go. I don't know what happened, but I had the sudden urge—"
"No, thank you. Thank you very much. I can't you enough for helping ..."
Scratching the back of his head, Lewis got embarrassed. "Well... no need to thank . Is there anything else I can do for you?"
Simon looked up from his hamr.
"Yeah. Could you please fix my FUCKING ROOF!"
Peering up, Lewis saw sunlight flooding down into the store, illuminating a very pissed off Simon
Oh crap...
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