Dag grabbed the belt, detached the hammer from it and looked at it well, turning it in his hands and pointing it at the light coming in through the window.
"I believe this hammer has never been so shiny, Reidar! Maybe you should do it as a job! Hahaha!" he chuckled, teasing his trusted ally, happy that he too was safe and sound.
After wearing his belt and armor, also maniacally cleaned, Dag left the room, which was actually the only one in that tiny house, finding himself in the center of one of the villages he only got a glimpse of, committed to averting the imminent attack.
"You said three days... I suppose there were no other attacks, right?" he asked, looking at his sister, who nodded her head, confirming the fact that the villages had not suffered any kind of threat during his long sleep.
"M... Master Dag!" someone from a nearby hut exclaimed.
Dag turned around, realizing from the tone of the voice that it was a child.
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