Jon
Jon sat there amazed at the tale Dwaline had just told him. He knew not what to think of the entire twist that now entered Dwaline's life. If indeed this is an imposter then what about Cree and the rest, would they be ok? How would this dwarf know about Dwaline's friends? Something just doesn't seem right. Jon didn't even notice when the dwarf returned with two full mugs of ale.
They would probably be alright. No I won't think of that now. Death wouldn't claim this elf and Cree. They will be ok, just wait, everything will be fine. Realizing that Dwaline was staring at him Jon quickly snapped back to reality. "I'm sorry about that. Sometimes I tend to drift off without even realizing it. 'Tis a bad habit that I have yet to break." Jon forced himself to smile knowing that soon Dwaline's tale would have been told and it would be his turn.
I must tell him the truth cause I have lied to everyone.... Even myself. This must stop here, if ever I wish to end the sad tale I'm living then I must get everything off my chest.
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And when this life is over... and I stand before the God... I'll dream I'm back here standing in my nowhere land of Oz.....
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