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Sarin watched the two strangers carefully as he spoke to Alwin. He could not explain as to why he felt it but something was pulling his attention to them. He shrugged it off as simply some sort of fascination with the mysterious things in the world. "Well it seems as though you plan for quite an adventure indeed, Alwin. I don't play any instruments but I enjoy singing."
Sarin set down his pipe, took a long drink from his ale, cleared his throat and began to sing as the old dwarves do.
In mountain holds and kings of gold,
They dig their way through the old.
Through goblin hordes and evil bold,
Standing tall the old Dwarves hold.
None shall break their their lines of old,
They will stay till their bones lay.
So goes the way of the brave Dwarves old.
Sarin wiped away tears that had started to swell and cleared his throat once more. "I like the Elves well enough, and I have heard the hold great knowledge. Perhaps I might find some adventure by traveling with you to Rivendell. Besides you seem to be good company."
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