Harreld
Harreld laughed at Crabannan's joke. He liked the dour man with a sardonic sense of humor. He was not quick enough of tongue to come up with a return, but thought of about four later over his smithy, but by then it was too late.
As the congratulatory crowd gathered around and patted him on the back, he looked for Ginna, and found her. beaming. He bowed slightly, a big grin on his face.
"I think you are my good luck charm, Ginna!" he said. "I shall have to keep you always close by!"
Others in the crowd hooted and winked at his words; it was no hidden matter how Harreld thought of her.
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