Fantasy Writers Guild Forum Short story of the ironfoots
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Re: Short story of the ironfoots3 Years AgoSmack! The sound of the front door closing in as Greythor stumbles through, "What're you, a troll?!" Grinda, Greythor's wife barks.
"Ahh hush women, let me rest in peace!" Greythor snarles back, after a
long day of mining. Grinda gives her husband a look, conveying a
message. "Laddie asleep already aye?" "And
we'll see for how long! Git up'ere and eat your dinner." Grinda pours a
bowl of sludge, sliding it across the counter in Greythor's direction.
It's quiet at the dinner table, Grinda takes notice at the lack of
eating her husband is displaying. "What's wrong? Was it the mines
again?" She asks. "Aye, Jurin lost his pick
deep within the mines as we were diggin' fer'sum Mithril. We had no
choice but to git out and explain to the ward why we left our cavern. My
ears still ringin' from all the hootin' an hollerin' from him."
Greythor sighs, begrudgingly lifting his spoon to his mouth. "Well
git over it! Were the Ironfoots fer cryin' out loud! You bear that pick
of yours and git to work for this family!" Grinda howls, a way to show
her affection towards her husband. Greythor, pondering on the lovely and
encouraging words of his lovely, and ever so encouraging wife, |