***** DALE - Bram *****
Noting Stonehelm's words, and the color of Durgan's face, Bram grinned. He stepped away for a moment, returning with a pail and mop. By this time the remainder of the contents of Durgan's stomach had deposited itself on the deck, spattering itself a little on the hem of the fair Isilya's dress. Orodan and Nefros looked on in a disgusted manner at the now prostrate Dwarf, and went to offer their assistance to the Elven maiden.
'This does not bode well for Elf and Dwarf relations.' thought Bram, shaking his head with a half smile on his face.
He saluted Stonehelm with the mop, as the young King offered his hand to Durgan and pulled him to his feet. Then Bram bent his back to the swabbing of the deck, and told the others to go on ahead - he would be there directly when the deck was clean.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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