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Coconut Bee
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His expression turns... wistful. Nostalgic.
>"Before the Treachery? Before the lies? I was a great smithy. Red, White, and Black, all kinds. My touch can heat metal to softness, and my hands can shape it like clay. I can create works of steel, bronze, silver, gold, any metal, that no mortal being could hope to match! My swords cut like no other, my armor, impenetrable, my jewellery was worthy of a god!" he says, his wide hands opening to show that, like the rest of him, they are square and rough, as if created from steel. His eyes take on a look of sadness as he finishes. "But all good things end. I made a bet. A stupid, stupid bet."
I remain quiet as the stout being tells his tale.
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