Cordon Sharptongue, blacksmith and Chainbreaker, has not been seen in town for an extended length of time and is presumed to have completed his tenure to the Craftsman. His exact birthday is unknown to this paper but he was, by a conservative estimate, two hundred and eighteen years old.
He worked in a forge for the better part of a century, and then spent another century and a half fighting slavers wherever he found them. He eventually came to Maplewood and was always available to the community to lend a listening ear, a service he provided with characteristic reluctance.
He is best remembered by readers of this paper for his pit beef, the recipe for which was published in these pages in March, and for his role in the dispersal of an undead assault on Maplewood last winter, during which he directed a contingent of wraiths and skeletons in a line dance prior to their disposal.
He is survived by Makhno Brownfox, who must now intimidate people without assistance, and his cat Sven, who has been seen in town looking offended at the lack of table scraps. Makhno, when reached for comment, states that Sven has been eating well and there is no cause for concern.
Memorial arrangements are pending. Contributions in his memory may be directed to the Chainbreakers.
Website Context Note: For those keeping count, this is the third time I have written some variation of Cordon’s obituary. My husband should know better than to leave me alone at Novitas for a weekend with the expectation that I will remember to feed and water myself. Don’t feel bad for him, he knew the consequences of marrying me.