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The new turn in the conversation had Kara fascinated. She had never met a Dwarf until Náin arrived at the Hall and so knew very little about them. The idea that someone could be considered young at 53 was amazing to her. Why, Frodides wasn't a great many years from that age and Kara thought of her as an old woman!
"Dwarves must live to a great age then. For you to be considered the same age as I am you would have to live at least twice as long." She commented.
"That is true," he replied with a nod, "and when war or other troubles do not cause us to die earlier than we should we do live longer than humans."
Kara paused for a moment to ponder on what those other troubles could be. She had never heard of a Dwarf getting sick, though perhaps they were like the men of her own home town who would force themselves into the fields despite raging fevers rather than admit they were ill. A more burning question than that was in her mind though, and she chose to ask that instead.
"Is that why you don't make friends with them? Humans I mean. Because you would be sad to lose their company when they die and you don't?"
The question seemed to startle Náin as he didn't reply immediately. Suddenly worried that perhaps this was something he would rather not have thought of Kara made to change the subject again, but was interrupted by the Dwarf's thoughtful answer.
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