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told there-after about Sam's nose saving his life. He carries a scar to this day from that encounter, trading beauty for his life. Sam grabbed the axe he was using to shape the beam and swung it at the unlucky goblin whose nose was not as large as Sam's. The goblin's face was split in two. The goblin with the rusty knife, seeing Sam standing over his companion's corpse holding the bloody axe, turned and ran. Sam did the same. He knew the village elders must be told. The small troop of goblins waged a vicious war on the sleepy little village. Eight years later the village remained, and the goblins were gone. During this time Sam was a member of "the cave wardens", an title given to the groups of young gnomes who patrolled the caves, usually in squads of eight. Some of the bloodiest fighting was done in total darkness when lamps were dropped and extinguished during the first blows of a skirmish. It was also at this time that Sam learned to use the Bardiche. The dwarves who came to the village for quartz were helpful in all sorts of weapons training for the village. "The bardiche won't help you much in the caves," said the dwarf who taught Sam it's use, "but if they ever make a run on the village, it will keep them at bay better than that short hafted axe you usually use." Unfortunately, Sam would be required to use the bardiche seventeen times over eight years in defense of Stag Glen. By the end of the eight years Sam decided he needed to get away for a while. His father was still a young man, and Sam's feet itched for the open road. Besides, it was too hard to go down into the mines now, Sam had seen too many of his friends die down in those tunnels. Sam gathered up some travelling gear and headed out, promising his father he would return someday to take over the family business. The pain was still too fresh in his mind to stay. After a teary good-bye, Sam was on the road.
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