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Aras woke before the others, but truly, the Elf did not sleep. Elves never slept, curious things.
While he was stoking the fire up from where it had died down from the night before, the Dwarf woke and the Elf came out of his reverie.
"Good morn to both of ye, my companions. What shall we do?"
Gortek rplied: "Well, lad. I believe we stay for a few days. My senses are as keen as yourn, and they say we should stay."
"I agree with our companion, the Khazad. I think we should make a more permanent camp here," said Raendin
As they had all reached a consensus, the Travelers set about doing, well nothing much. They had a while to wait.
Aras could see that both of his companions were slightly uneasy. He did not know what it was, though. He did not completely trust this Dwarf. And the Elf did not help matters, either. Both of them were not completely trustworthy.
He decided to try and break the proverbial 'ice', "So Gortek, what House or Mansion of Dwarves are you from?"
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