Tale 162 told by Bishop on 31.07.2002
Death of the Smith

The old blacksmith looked pale from the bottom 
of his grave.  Most of the small town showed
up for the funeral, two fellow smiths stood
looking down.  I overheard what they were
saying... might be interesting to some of you.

"That there was the best damn smith in the realms."

"He could just LOOK at two items and KNOW which 
 one would hold up best in the heat of things."

"Aye, the man had a gift.. heard he was struck 
 by lightning and from then on could evaluate 
 items with ease."

"I heard he got lost in a glacier, nearly froze 
 to death, then got rescued by some Rune Guardian,
 then the gift showed up."

"Bah!  I think that was just a story he told 
 youngsters, might've been those tatooes of the 
 skull and moon on his neck."

"Now YOU are the one listening to stories..."

The rest I didn't hear, but sounded interesting
for you adventure types.