"Promise you?"
"Promise me you'll kill more demons than I can count." The Blacksmith said coldly, his brows furrowed with rage.
'Did something happen? His wives, I didn't hear them on my way.'
"I will." Finrod said, with an equal amount of hate in his voice.
"Thank you, now help yourself. I went overboard a little and made more arrows than you requested."
"I appreciate it." Finrod answered, he walked over to where the arrows and quiver lay. He then began fitting the arrows into the quiver.
After he was done, he draped it over his shoulder and felt that the quiver holding his arrows was surprisingly light.
'This is nice.'
Finrod struggled to find the words, he had a negative feeling about asking, he was just waiting to hear the bad news he had already known in his mind.
"And your wives?" He casually mentioned.
"I think you know the answer to that. That ugly thing, that demon killed them."
