Rirrym listens attentively as Cromthal starts his tale, occasionally using his stick to swirl the cloth around in the metal tub. He looks down, smiling as he notices that the color is starting to take to the fabric.
He looks up at Cromthal's pale visage as his companion stops speaking for a moment. Cromthal was staring off into space as if he were temporarily lost in the memories of that day. Waving a hand in front of Cromthal's face to try and gain his attention, Rirrym laughs lightly as his friend jumps slightly. "What happened after that? Were you conscious when Gandalf pulled you from a watery grave?" he asks, curiosity getting the better of him.
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