[Archer exhales and closes his eyes for a moment, leaning into the touch.]
I'm not that much of a mage. Merely a blacksmith. [he admits in quiet voice. It's ironic, to think of it, that fate thrown them together. Small, tired but honest smile appears on his lips.]
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I'm not that much of a mage. Merely a blacksmith. [he admits in quiet voice. It's ironic, to think of it, that fate thrown them together. Small, tired but honest smile appears on his lips.]
Hn. I guess I should start taking pride in that.