Blacksmith of the Apocalypse
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After Seth was convinced that the undead army wasn't coming back any time soon, he decided to inspect their camp. Maybe they left some supplies for him?
It was around noon, and the sun stood high in the sky. The fog had vanished, so Seth didn't worry too much about the undead as he visited the camp at the central plaza.
It was a group of big tents, like you would sometimes see in historical movies. They were made of thick black canvas-like cloth. It was heavy and rough to the touch, but it was darker than any cloth he had ever seen.
The insides were pitch black. Seth had to affix the flap to stay open, so light could fall in. the interior had rich decorations and the floor was covered in fine carpets. This must have been the tent of someone with a high rank. There was a soft looking bed a table and a big well-made chest. ļ½ļ½ šļ½ļ½ššļ½.ššļ½
"Were they in a hurry?", Seth asked when he looked at a bottle and half-filled goblet on the table. The contents reminded him a little of wine. But the smell definitely didn't.
Unfortunately, the chest only contained spare clothes. As terrible as his current clothes looked, he would never wear something as frilly and pompous as the stuff he found in there. Even his hopes that they might be enchanted were dashed by
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