(Aaron)
So I'm not like, the worlds strongest person or 'nything. I'm kinda' little yknow, just a little. I'm eight. Gimme' a break. I can't make swords neither. But its wicked cool to watch it being done. Someday, I'm gunna make swords the likes the world's never seen. You'll see.
So that's what I was doing, right, when this kidwalks in. When I wanna' watch the armorers, I've gotta stay outta the way. They put this short little stool next ta the door, and I sit there and watch and all. So this kid walks in and just, as cool as y' can believe, asks for a sword.
'Course, nobody but me seemed to hear him, seein' as I was sittin' right next to the door and all. "I think you're gunna hafta yell a little louder." I suggested, raisin' my voice so's he could hear over the clatter and bang.
Subject: Would You Make Me A Sword, Please? 
Tue Sep 14, 2010 11:29 pm
