Maron stood about the group of dwarves slowly collecting in the fresh morning. He watched the town slowly wake, and grinned despite himself. He could not tell if he felt foreboding, but all that seemed to matter was bringing back some true-silver, and watching his old Uncle's eyes brighten.It had been many years according to him since he had held some, but knowing the state of his mind, he doubted that story was even true. He could not help but chuckle out loud.
He slowly paced about on the spot, his axe beginning to idly slip from his grip. He had little patience, and kept his eyes sharp for any sign of Balin.
Maron felt the warmth of the sun tingle at his back, and saw the day begin to open up.
'It will be a while once I head into the Halls that I see dawn. I wonder if I should miss it?' he paused, and looked at all the other dwarves that were wrapped up in their own thoughts.
'Hm...seems there is more to worry about...'
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