Dineniel was feeling decidely akward. She really didn't feel like there was much point in going with the rest of the band. Her other option was continuing with her wandering, thieving ways, but that was seeming distinctly less pleasent. It had felt nice to have some structure, some people who were at least not total strangers in her life. What was left for her to do?
Ah, yes. The Silmaril.
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