Victory or Valhalla!

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[bearborn]

Bjorn turned away from his friend with a look of shock as he leaned down to check on his precious anvil.

"Isfet!!!..... The anvil is cracked by the gods it will take me a week to replace it"

He turned back to his friend and looked down at his feet

"I am sorry my Pharoah."

as he dropped to one knee. He could never get the bow thing right.

"The sword I was working on was for you."

He kept his head bowed as he spoke

[falconiiisms]

Just as I thought then.. It was a testament to the strength of the bear that he could even manage to crack an anvil a small bit. Much less to such a degree it was left completely useless. No for the first time, Pharaoh was glad he'd come back with them to Kemet. Just as he was glad that Bjorn was on their side.

"Please, the apologies are mine to give.." he answered, and sighed as he saw him kneel. He still found it surprising at times that he still had to look up a short way to even see the top of his head even while he was kneeling. "You know you do not have to kneel when in private my friend. Please, rise. Do not humble yourself to me."

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Bjorn looked up just over the Pharaoh's shoulder. He stood back up stretching as he went. Smiling down at his friend.

"I know that but the two guards walking by might not think so. Plus it gave me a chance to look at the shape of your legs for my next project. How do iron shin guards sound? Or would gold be better?"

He said with a smirk.

He walked up to his cracked anvil, picked it up, put it in the corner, went out the back door, and came back in with a smaller anvil.

"This one will work for my small projects, but weapons need a larger anvil." "Anyway, how may I help you my pharaoh? You are usually busy up in the palace."

"I really hope he is offering food" his stomach growled. Bjorn looked back at his friend smiling.

[falconiiisms]

The king winced at the sharp sound, but it was the be expecting. The giant of youkai had been very clearly been in his zone and at his craft. Still, he couldn't help, but chuckle at the aggravated tone directed at him. As intimidating as the bear was, he knew he was harmless to him.

"My apologies," he replied. "Do I need to replace the anvil?"

He wouldn't be a bit surprised if that was the case. He didn't seem to know his own strength at times.

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[bearborn]

Bjorn turned away from his friend with a look of shock as he leaned down to check on his precious anvil.

"Isfet!!!..... The anvil is cracked by the gods it will take me a week to replace it"

He turned back to his friend and looked down at his feet

"I am sorry my Pharoah."

as he dropped to one knee. He could never get the bow thing right.

"The sword I was working on was for you."

He kept his head bowed as he spoke

[bearborn]

"Hey Bjorn." The Pharaoh came in with a smile. "How goes the smithing my friend."

As he was about to bring his hammer down that question throws his rhythm off and ring off the molten yellow ingot with a discortant clang.

" By all the gods man give me heads up next time"

As he turns around to face his friend.

"To answer your question Hot, loud and argrivating."

he put a small growl on that last word as he smirks at his friend

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