Dwarin took the verbal beating from the young woman without anger. The female rider obvously no idea how well a Dwarf can keep a secret. He did his best to comfort her but it was to no avail as far as he could tell.
After haleth left the room Dwarin thought it might be a good idea to visit some of the other members of the party. He found Thenamir kneeling at the bed of one of the riders who was hurt the worst. He was very suprised to find a man he had long knew. It was Taradan!
Seeing the suprised look on the Dwarf's face Thenair said: "Sir, is there something wrong? Do you know this man?"
With a hint of excitement Dwarin replied "Indeed I do! This is the man I asked for upon our first meeting, before we were "interreupted". He and I met on a journey a while back, much like the one I am on now. I was crossing the misty mountains and I was ambushed by a group of at least twenty orcs. I would have surely been killed had it not been for him. He was heading home from some errand for your king I assume. He found me almost overwhelmed and rushed into the fray and saved my life. As a gesture of my gratitude I promised that I would deliver him a full suit of armor, personally made by myself, to his home." Dwarin explained.
He then added with a heavy heart: "It seems I have been too late though."
"Please keep me informed on his health, if he wakes up again I would like to talk to him. I am going to turn in now. I will be asleep if you need me."
Dwarin then removed his hood, bowed and retired to his bunk.
[ November 27, 2001: Message edited by: Dwarin Thunderhammer ]
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