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Lonán listened to Linde’s opinion and nodded silently. When Josephine spoke next he adopted a somewhat of an uncertain expression. However, knowing how often The Old Wolf would most likely travel to other kingdoms to sell off some of his other wares aside from his weaponry, there’d be a good chance to run into him. ”Well, I don’t really know that answer for sure Miss Dezantro. The only person I feel that can answer that is my grandfather. And no, we don’t have to go all the way to Saharan. He’s retired from warrior life and is a Blacksmith. I think we’re getting close to the time he packs up his wares and goes on a trade caravan to sell his services. Odds are if you run into him you can ask him.” He said with a hopeful grin.

That’d be a fun thing indeed. It’d be the first time in years he’s seen the Old Wolf. He definitely would greet him the way he always would Zedar though. And Lonán might not be looking forward to a punch in the face for it. It’d devolve into an arm wrestling competition. He returned his focus back on the road. He waited to see if Josephine would share her story before they reached the Fork in the road.