The dwarf, Groin Redbeard, strode along merrily. He was not usually a merry fellow, and tended to be very solom at times, but this was a happy day: the Barrow Downs' Birthday. Wanted to pass this way before he left the Barrow Downs for a short vacation. He just capped the hill that he was climbing and could see the group of downers gathered around and chatting, but unfortunetly Groin had no time for that now.
There they all were, the wise and knowledgable
Legate of Amon Lanc, the hardworking and fun loving
Estelyn Telcontar, the far-fetched
Alatar
, and
Gwathagor, the jack of all topics. He did not see many of the Downers that he knew, but they would probably show up in time.
Time was running short for him, he had to prepare for his upcoming journey. So, Groin hoisted his axe on his shoulders and began to walk back home.
"Farwell my friends," he said in a loud voice, "Have fun on this blessed day! Have a good one!"