Seleven placed the pipe in his mouth and still left it unlit, the words that came from Cariâthwen were filled with deep pain and some longing. Seleven felt he could sympathise, "being alone can oft' leave one scared," he said, "especially is one has been with company for so long. Believe me, I know the feeling well, and it haunts me even today." His eyes became filled with memory as he stared seemingly through the very walls of the Green Dragon.
He shook his head and smiled, "Ah, do not listen to me," he said, "I am a foolish old man. But this Thorn you speak of, that name sounds Dwarvish, is it not? I knew a dwarf of good measure once, a delightful fellow, but too many ideas beyond his years and height" he chuckled to himself at the memory, "He once thought he could build a raft from stone. Terribly silly idea, I thought, and I was right, but that didn't stop the little fellow from trying it anyway." He shook his head and saw that Cariâthwen was at least a little amused; she obviously knew the nature of Dwarves and how they can be.
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