Well... I dursn't call that much of a gift. I bin running up an' down... and.. all He gives me is this thing. No more than a bit of iron. When he said he had a gift, a ring ... I thought... about time he showed His gratitude. I aint sayin' i deserve gold ... silver ring would have bin fair. But an iron ring. What bloody use is that?
I put it on, had to, with him standing over me with that smile on his face. felt like ... feh. Well... it don't seem right, what it felt like.
Think I'll give it ter Gyth. Tell him I lost it.
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