[*Varda*]

Dwarves

Therin scowled slightly at Barzun as Borgand walked away, but the older dwarf appeared intent on discussing the plans and did not notice his discontent.

"This is ridiculous," Therin thought to himself. "We've been here all of twenty four hours and already he's antagonising the settlers! What kind of impression is that going to give them?"

He awoke from his thoughts to discover Barzun glaring at him, his eyes darkening.

"Wake up, Therin! Honestly, with you half asleep and others not even here, this town will never get beyond a pile of stone!" Barzun turned away from the dwarf to berate several others who had only now decided to join the group.

A discussion duly began, and Therin brought out some papers and began to draw busily. Great halls...towers of stone...all these were talked about, and more. This would be a city fit for kings by the time they were finished.

Some hours of talk later, the midday sun was high in the sky and the dwarves were famished. Disappointedly, Therin looked at the food - while certainly not a meagre amount, it was not the size of meal he and the others had hoped for while listening to Barzun. Olin turned to him and told him what he had overheard.

"It seems our arrival here has frightend all the game away. The settlers don't want us dwarves eating their food too fast, it seems."

Therin grumbled and settled down to enjoy his meal, hoping sincerely that the game would return before too long.

[ September 13, 2003: Message edited by: *Varda* ]