/// At a Coppersmith’s Workshop his bride
whispered something. He gasped, his eyes wide.
“Your apprentice, Björn, lied.
Copper that you supplied
he stole. Sells IUDs on the side.”
/// At a Coppersmith’s Workshop his bride
whispered something. He gasped, his eyes wide.
“Your apprentice, Björn, lied.
Copper that you supplied
he stole. Sells IUDs on the side.”