Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141006193518/@comment-5824038-20141018130211

'Better safe than sorry, I suppose,' was Sofia's reply.

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Deryk walked outside onto the farmstead. The sun was getting low in the sky, and he would only have about another hour of daylight before he had to stop. He walked towards the cattle, and fed them. Then he did the same with the geese. Then the hens. Then the sheep. He followed the same routine every day. Then suddenly, something fell out of the sky, into a pile of mud. Daeryk was most surprised, and when he gingerly picked it out of the mud he dreaded what he might find. He rubbed the dirt away to reveal... a Dwarven chronometer.

''This is... where did it come from? Dwarven make! This... this is perfect. It's just what I've always wanted! But how did it get here? Who could have dropped it from the ''sky!?