I don't know what it is with these...strange men and wantin' to kill me, or take me away 'nd turn me into a killer.
I mean, what the 'ell?! Perfectly fine livin' with my husband and workin' at the forge, thank-you-very-much. Though, I'll 'ave to remember to replace that amulet of his. Crazy elf ate the damn thing. I don't blame 'im, but that won't sit well with his innars, most likely. Swallowin' inedible things, y'know?
Also, it seems my magic is developing. Dealin' with smoke, I was clearin' it out, when it materialized into a brilliant edge. But I didn't.... I mean, that wasn't my intention. I just didn't wanna' inhale that shite. Wonder how I did that... or if I could do it again. Oh well, I'm almost done with the silver dagger. Better finish it before I do anythin' else. AS I INTENDED.