Rumors spread from both travelers and merchants that there was a more than peculiar sparring match taking place at the Trade Post. A giant weasel and a Tormite. Two Knights of two different orders on different planes, no less, locked into a sparring match. A test of valor, strength, and cunning.
Dismissing all logic and possibilities all of the merchants in the Trade Post swear to their lives that the battle took place, and in fact, the weasel had bested the Knight of Torm. After the said spar, taking both gauntlet and paw, they shook then sat by the camp fire. The mass of spectators gathering around to listen to the weasel boast his exploits.
Dismissing all logic and possibilities all of the merchants in the Trade Post swear to their lives that the battle took place, and in fact, the weasel had bested the Knight of Torm. After the said spar, taking both gauntlet and paw, they shook then sat by the camp fire. The mass of spectators gathering around to listen to the weasel boast his exploits.

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