I sit up late, back bent, eyes focused, working on a task I take very seriously. Ragnarok is coming and the embattled warriors require something to wield. It is my job to inscribe the sacred words. Like the dwarf, Eitri, who forged the mighty hammer Mjolnir for the god Thor, I think of little else as my hands go to their craft. Meticulous detail and precise placement are my goal; anything else would be a disservice to the sphere over which I toil. With pen in hand, I carefully and slowly trace out the letters. It is a job I enjoy. It is my duty and my pleasure to perform.
Once done I sit back and take in my handiwork. Tomorrow we lay the field and hang the banners, tonight I am the wordsmith.
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