Chapter 51: Grandmaster Blacksmith

"Precisely, that was just what I was about to say," Sol said out loud. He knew of these beings from the old Sol's memories.

Although, Gorth's, when taught about in school, were depicted as more monstrous creatures.

They were supposed to be war-hardened humanoids, tall and tough with small horns protruding from their heads.

Their skin was also taught as being slightly reddish, and so dense and hard that it resembled stone at times.

This new old man behind the counter gazed over at the Groth that just left,

"He's a halfling. A Gorth mixed with a Human. Quite a rare species that... you don't see them often."

Sol was slightly surprised to hear this, but it made sense after thinking about it for a split second.

Out of nowhere, he said, "Jeez... that woman must have been a stronger warrior than the Gorth she shagged."

He gazed at the hulk across the room.

"W-what?" The old man behind the counter said, slightly surprised.