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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
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Maron had thought himself alone in his ponderings until he heard an older and gruffer voice.
"Not a bad day," Maron turned and saw that it was Oin, one of his company. He was a very respected dwarf, and he could not help but feel a slight on edge. He alse remembered that it was he that had had misgivings about going on this quest. "Well, it isn't. Even a mistake of an adventure needs a good start. Don't you suppose?" Maron paused for a moment before saying "Aye, that is true. It would make it harder to leave if the clouds were about our ankles..." he tried to be a little jovial, but feared it was all wasted. He kept his eyes on the clouds before saying as meek as any dwarf can sound: "I can only suppose why Balin chose me to be here and head back to the Great Halls. But I still wonder if there will be true silver, and all the old glory waiting there for us..." |
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