Hoshor Plains But beware all those angels with their wings glued on

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The smirk settled easily on his lips as Emrik watched the soon to be yearling, who sat back examining his array of sticks. Clearing his throat and taking a step toward the youngster from his left, “I think the one on the right looks best.” He too had been a young boy once, and had often had his own deliberations over the right stick. Although the sticks here were sturdier and tended to last longer than the ones back home.