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Hookbill the Goomba · 03-03-2005, 11:46 AM

Sipping his soup quietly, Dwaline peered about the inn. Avalon the crow sat on the table near to him and had just finished a large meal. They had discussed taking a short trip around the Shire and perhaps seeing the grey havens. Seeking stories of Avalon's ancestors.

Dwaline had fallen silent and began looking suspiciously towards a few people. Avalon cocked her head and looked at him. He peered back at her and said,

"Do you see that man over there?" he asked, she nodded, and “He could be an elf All the same, but I don't like the look of some outlandish folk." Avalon smiled a sarcastic smile; "yes, I suppose I am outlandish myself" laughed Dwaline sipping his soup again.

A few other people in the inn caught his eye. He assumed, that despite all the merriment, there was dark business a foot. He took some cram from his pack and offered some to Avalon; she politely refused as she was filled by what she had already eaten. Munching on the cram Dwaline's keen eyes scanned the room. The parlour seemed merry enough, and there were many of different races all about. Elves, men, hobbits, but he could not see any Dwarves.

Dwaline did not really enjoy the company of other Dwarves. He found many to be dull and repetitive. "All I want is Gold" they said to him, he ignored them and found his liking more to the telling of tales and the seeking of adventure. He was now old and could do little but a long hiking trip. No fighting or perilous quests were on his horizons.

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03-03-2005, 11:46 AM	#11
Hookbill the Goomba Alive without breath Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: On A Cold Wind To Valhalla Posts: 5,912	Dwaline the Dwarf Sipping his soup quietly, Dwaline peered about the inn. Avalon the crow sat on the table near to him and had just finished a large meal. They had discussed taking a short trip around the Shire and perhaps seeing the grey havens. Seeking stories of Avalon's ancestors. Dwaline had fallen silent and began looking suspiciously towards a few people. Avalon cocked her head and looked at him. He peered back at her and said, "Do you see that man over there?" he asked, she nodded, and “He could be an elf All the same, but I don't like the look of some outlandish folk." Avalon smiled a sarcastic smile; "yes, I suppose I am outlandish myself" laughed Dwaline sipping his soup again. A few other people in the inn caught his eye. He assumed, that despite all the merriment, there was dark business a foot. He took some cram from his pack and offered some to Avalon; she politely refused as she was filled by what she had already eaten. Munching on the cram Dwaline's keen eyes scanned the room. The parlour seemed merry enough, and there were many of different races all about. Elves, men, hobbits, but he could not see any Dwarves. Dwaline did not really enjoy the company of other Dwarves. He found many to be dull and repetitive. "All I want is Gold" they said to him, he ignored them and found his liking more to the telling of tales and the seeking of adventure. He was now old and could do little but a long hiking trip. No fighting or perilous quests were on his horizons. __________________ I think that if you want facts, then The Downer Newspaper is probably the place to go. I know! I read it once. THE PHANTOM AND ALIEN: The Legend of the Golden Bus Ticket...