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doug*platypus · 02-17-2003, 05:44 AM

Bidding each of his new companions goodnight, the dwarf drained his tankard and followed young Jack, who led him to a cosy room.

"Goodnight, lad, and thank you kindly for your *hic* hospickality!" he exclaimed cheerfully at Jack.

His tiredness and a rapid succession of ales had taken their toll. Funny how all the other races had a picture of Dwarves as heavy drinkers. Rosfin tried to live up to this as best he could, of course. Especially when drinking with the son of the landlord! It was also funny how many dwarves thought of elves as wine-drinking fops. Anuion of Mirkwood at least had not said no to a tankard of beer.

As the dwarf closed the door behind him, Jack wandered off to his own room, looking wistful and nostalgic. Bah! thought the dwarf bard, kids! Which was another one of those things about travelling with an elf. Rosfin always felt uncomfortably young next to them. The immortal folk were hard to get used to. You could live amongst them your entire mortal life, and yet never really comprehend them.

Well, everything had gone fine anyway. The dwarf was now part of an expedition to find a lost treasure of lore. A fairly disorganised expedition, to be sure, but that could all wait until morning. Moments after casting off his boots and his cloak, the dwarf was snoring loudly and restfully.

02-17-2003, 05:44 AM	#38
doug*platypus Delver in the Deep Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Aotearoa Posts: 960	Bidding each of his new companions goodnight, the dwarf drained his tankard and followed young Jack, who led him to a cosy room. "Goodnight, lad, and thank you kindly for your hic hospickality!" he exclaimed cheerfully at Jack. His tiredness and a rapid succession of ales had taken their toll. Funny how all the other races had a picture of Dwarves as heavy drinkers. Rosfin tried to live up to this as best he could, of course. Especially when drinking with the son of the landlord! It was also funny how many dwarves thought of elves as wine-drinking fops. Anuion of Mirkwood at least had not said no to a tankard of beer. As the dwarf closed the door behind him, Jack wandered off to his own room, looking wistful and nostalgic. Bah! thought the dwarf bard, kids! Which was another one of those things about travelling with an elf. Rosfin always felt uncomfortably young next to them. The immortal folk were hard to get used to. You could live amongst them your entire mortal life, and yet never really comprehend them. Well, everything had gone fine anyway. The dwarf was now part of an expedition to find a lost treasure of lore. A fairly disorganised expedition, to be sure, but that could all wait until morning. Moments after casting off his boots and his cloak, the dwarf was snoring loudly and restfully. __________________ But Gwindor answered: 'The doom lies in yourself, not in your name'.