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Barak had noticed in the run of things, that these were as a norm, privileges and
gilt edged titles which were as a rule usually only bestowed upon the very
undeserving and very unworthy few?
All of this worthless pomp conjured up simply to make their lives of idleness
and luxury even easier and more decadent than perhaps these fools already
enjoyed.
In Barak’s view, this whether he be a prince or peasant, a man, aye any man
should mould himself into becoming that which they wanted themselves to be.
Regardless of everything and anything, plough hand, woodsman or lowly serf
should never conform in any way to what others of a so called higher station
would have them become.
Truth said any real man worth his substance should quite simply disregard then
put aside the opinions and thoughts of all others about him.
Hell aye, this whether these self opinionated folks be their masters, their friends
or foes or even complete strangers.
Well anyway this at least was a most strongly held view, the grim slayer for
many years now had stubbornly defended and stood bye.
Indeed Barak’s stern outlook had held sway whether it was for the good the bad
or better or for worse of things.
Yes and come to that, well even for the right and wrong of it all.
At least this was the slayers firm unmoving outlook upon life, and if those who
were close to the slayer did perhaps disagree with his strongly held opinions,
then they very wisely never said as much in protest.
But then again in all honesty, even if these fellows, whether close friends or
otherwise around about him were brave enough to speak up, well then the giant
doubtless would have paid not the slightest bit of heed to them anyway.
So no matter, as anyway for these past two years since that heroic adventure
was completed the tales of said quest were well and many times documented.
Oh aye as all and everything was logged and recorded, anything concerning
these deeds of danger and daring and perhaps foolhardy heroism, were all most
carefully written down in almost a religious fashion.
All of these writings scribbled down by ancient, long white bearded scribes and
other bookworms.
Here were studious academics, all of them well versed, spectacled scribblers
who hailed from all over Europe and Asia even beyond.
Indeed, wherever a wrinkled scholar could hold a feathered quill in his boney
hand and possessed ink and writing parchment of any kind, this story was
recorded into folklore heroic history and of course everlasting legend.

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