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_Bran, called Redmaw of Vassa is never seen attending Aelthas's training sessions during his recruitment, only passing the grounds far earlier when the frost still lingers heavily in the air, to move towards norwick's farms.
Alone, he moves to a heavy, blunt bladed plow, wrapping the leather straps around his arms in the best grip he can manage as he drags the heavy steel of the plow through the earth, aiding the farmers as he can.
Each exhale drawing forth a gout of steam as he works the feild, the Titanic Vassan warrior stands alone in the feild, before he takes a cloth to his sweat caked skin, glistening in the rising sun. Wandering therafter to the dwarven hold, Stacking rods and plates of steel being worked. Re-aranging anvils and forge components as if passing salt to another.
The dwarves having little further use for the Mountain of a man, He moves to one idle, dark corner of the hold and lifts a heavy anvil up unto his arms. working them up and down a time. before he finally sets the heavy mass of dark iron onto the stone ground with a sound worhty of the greatest thunderclaps.
He returns to the farms to do what he can one last time before he takes his leave to his duties._
