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    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt]Haldor was to find some tools and weapons. Hey, at least he wasn't tasked with playing a childish game or something. So, he spent all morning and afternoon traveling from place-to-place, bartering with traveling merchants and nearby clans for tools. He returned to the village, piling everything up, and once he was done organizing them, he lifted his head and grunted, "Get your weapons over here. Also get some tools. No 'more farming with your paws' nonsense." There were rakes, hoes, shovels, rakes, daggers, and swords. None of them were nearly as powerful as his own sword, however, so at least that kept his ego afloat.

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    Ah, good old blunt Haldor. Alma didn't dislike the guy; he didn't seem like a bad dude, and he had a pretty nice sword. Álmos just didn't fancy the idea of getting slaughtered before his time. And yet... "What if I want to farm with my paws?" He asked sweetly. The fluffy male skipped over to the lion, pausing to examine the weapons and tools. His attention was immediately seized by a dagger. The sheep plucked it from the pile then took a few steps back. "I'm taking this one..." He eyed the farming equipment like they were diseased lemmings. He didn't want to end up carrying a whole set of tools back to his home.

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    "i'm fine with my sword, i wouldn't replace it for a thing you offered me" unknownpaw would state as she padded over, following in the wake of almos. her sword was much too important to her to just hand off for something else. not to mention she doubted anything would have the same swiftness and sharpness as the silver metal infused with many different 'poisons' as her sword had.

    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:10pt]Haldor's expression remained unmoving as Almos challenged his initial announcement in a friendly manner. He twitched a whisker and sat back as Alma chose his weapon. A dagger; it was small but useful in tight situations. That's what Haldor chose for himself as well.


    He then turned to Unknownpaw, frowning a little more. He didn't know what it was about her, but something rubbed him the wrong way. Maybe it was the competition? Maybe it was how they sometimes bickered. Haldor would grunt at her answer and say, "Just take a rake and leave. You can still farm, no?" Just because she didn't think that she didn't need another weapon didn't mean that she didn't need a farming tool. As a captain, she needed to set the example by showing everyone how to use everything. Haldor didn't come from a farming background, but he was learning little by little. He still wondered why Ashbringer put him in a farming-oriented position rather than just second-in-command. He felt that he was strong enough to be in said position, anyways.

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    "course i can farm, i can also grow things too" she would reply lazily, her tail giving a small wag in amusement. it had grown fun to her that haldor always seemed to react at the smallest of things. oh it really made him look sensitive. not that being sensitive was bad though, they always needed that one sensitive member in the clan, it was just the twisted version haldor let out.

    Alma gave a pout when he saw that Haldor would not respond to his comment. The hybrid was about to bounce away with a quick 'thanks for the knife' when Unknownpaw arrived. He bit the inside of his cheek and sat back on his haunches, content on watching them bicker. He remained silent for a few seconds before reentering the conversation with a dramatic sigh. "Aw, you respond to her but not to me? You wound me, Haldy," he moved a paw to briefly touch his cheek, maw curving into a dramatic and heartbroken frown.

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