Eight:
“This is nicer than the shanty I was planning to use.”
Quinn commented as we walked into the large log home. The skins of many animals adorned the floors. Spears made of various sharpened horns were lining the walls.
“This is some of my dad’s remaining weapons from the demon wars. Our people were simple folk back then. Hardly prepared for a massive scale invasion. So, they began to collect all the horns of their hunting kills. We have had many uses for them over the years. But, back then, we made pikes.”
Aurelia explained, and Quinn nodded in agreement.
“Yes, young Apex, I recall my first foray into these wilds. Your grandfather nearly impaled me with such a weapon. He didn’t know what to make of me at first. Bully me for showing up during a demonic invasion, yeah?”
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