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Ferry had married without knowing much about her husband, other than he’d been a wanderer and that she loved him despite his flippant tongue. After their wedding, he’d settled in her village and quickly gained renown as the best armorer in all of Silesia- crafting maille which weapons broke upon. However… Ferry had never heard the ring of hammer on anvil, nor felt the heat of a forge, even beyond the door Lewyn had made her swear never to open. Today, the question proved too great and the door swung open with the barest tug of the handle.