I was at forging district of the Ark and was testing my newly crafted sword when a chicken decided to test my blade. It died miserably. Great! New blade is sharp and the balance is right. Apparently, in this city, no one bats an eye if you kill chickens. And so I killed a bunch more... Then I had some fun and threw them in the forge when suddenly this boar jumped to save ‘em!
When I went back to the grindstone to sharpen my blade, Firstborn, I noticed one city guard staring at me... It wasn’t me. You’ve no evidence.
-- Arteus












