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When he arrived at Black Oak, at dinner time, Karlag of the Plains greeted Fulgan of the Wizard Clan. He came to the Market on the day of the moon, bringing with him tools and weapons to sell, alone, without a cart or animals. «There is some bread, some beer and some doronte eggs. Help yourself,” Fulgan invited him. "I thank you." Karlag sat down and helped himself to some food. “How's it going at the Market?” "Not bad," replied the Wizard. «People even came from the Mountains. The Hills people traded as usual and it ended as usual.” “Dead?” “Four of them.” “They will never learn their lesson.” «I am from the Hills.
Soon there will only be one left and then, perhaps, he will Phone Number Data understand how to barter." “You're an optimist, Wizard,” Karlag laughed. “What are you bringing with you?” Fulgan asked after a while. «Tools and weapons.» “I need pestles and mortars.” "I have. In black stone.» "Well. I'll take two, in exchange you will get a wolf cloak." “Made by one of your wives?” "Certainly." "Is fine." Karlag finished eating, then took the pestles and mortars out of his bag and gave them to Fulgan. The Wizard took one of the fur cloaks and handed it to the other. Together they then set off for the Market.
The Plainsman managed to sell all the merchandise and filled the bag with dried meat and fish, jugs, fruits, needles and fabrics. At sunset he returned with the Wizard and they sat on the ground smoking. “Today you will see something that you have never seen and that will be talked about in the future,” Fulgan said. “A prodigy?” «Not really, but our successors will judge it so.» "What is it?" "You will see. After night falls." When the evening darkness came, Karlag and Fulgan still sat on the ground, waiting. Layna, one of the Wizard's wives, had brought them some beer and the two sipped it in silence. “Here, said Fulgan.”
Soon there will only be one left and then, perhaps, he will Phone Number Data understand how to barter." “You're an optimist, Wizard,” Karlag laughed. “What are you bringing with you?” Fulgan asked after a while. «Tools and weapons.» “I need pestles and mortars.” "I have. In black stone.» "Well. I'll take two, in exchange you will get a wolf cloak." “Made by one of your wives?” "Certainly." "Is fine." Karlag finished eating, then took the pestles and mortars out of his bag and gave them to Fulgan. The Wizard took one of the fur cloaks and handed it to the other. Together they then set off for the Market.
The Plainsman managed to sell all the merchandise and filled the bag with dried meat and fish, jugs, fruits, needles and fabrics. At sunset he returned with the Wizard and they sat on the ground smoking. “Today you will see something that you have never seen and that will be talked about in the future,” Fulgan said. “A prodigy?” «Not really, but our successors will judge it so.» "What is it?" "You will see. After night falls." When the evening darkness came, Karlag and Fulgan still sat on the ground, waiting. Layna, one of the Wizard's wives, had brought them some beer and the two sipped it in silence. “Here, said Fulgan.”