"Thou art cursed with terrible memories and guilt," said Fáinu solemnly, "However, there is one thing I must ask." He leaned forward and held out his burned hand, the rotten bandage had blood stains on it. There was a pin holding it on that was gold and had the dwarven "D" rune on it.
He took off the pin and removed his bandage; Cree saw for the first time how deep the burn went. More than skin deep though Fáinu to himself, he wanted to say it, but thought it rude.
"Where were you on that day?" he asked looking into her eyes, "Perhaps my actions would have been different if you had been there." He thought back to that day. He had gone into Dale to see his Father, that morning he could not find Cree anywhere. And at noon, the Dragon came.
"Cree, my dear friend," he said, "I ask this only because it the only peace of the jigsaw I cannot fit." He looked deep into her eyes and saw sorrow. "You must realise how difficult it is for me now." He looked over at Adu, "Adu has Hama, you have your crow, and I have nothing. Nothing but old wounds that will never heal, a constant reminder of how I betrayed my family. Betrayed my friends, and betrayed myself. A friendless wanderer, cursed by a Dragon."
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