"Greetings, Amron" Soronūmė replied, "I am Soronūmė". Amron sat down. "A drink Amron?" Soronūmė asked as he gestured to Dwarin at the counter. He noticed that Amron looked uneasy, "You are not fond of strangers, no?" Soronūmė questionned. "It is not so that I am not found of them but I am unsure of them". "As I see, you have not let that sword from your grasp since you sat" Soronūmė said with a smile. Amron smiled and raised his hand to the table as Dwarin brought over his drink. "Well I see you do not travel without weapon yourself Soronūmė, that quiver behind your back would be well hidden if it were not for the bow over your shoulder". "No" replied Soronūmė, "I do not think it wise to travel without such. Your sword though, it catches the eye. Is there not a story to tell there Amron?" he questionned.
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