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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jago" data-source="post: 6969620" data-attributes="member: 6855130">~ The time spent here had been akin to magical for Halvar. It was not often that a Man be allowed to experience such things, and whilst they were unable to meet the lord of These Halls, there were other luxuries abound. He had seen remarkable steel shaped by the finest of Elven Smiths into blades that left the one at his side feeling dull. The sound of flutes coaxed from the river reeds wafted along the scent of fresh breads, honeyed wines, and sweetmeats. While Laketown would hold his heart always, there was a small pang of jealousy that his own homeland could not be so ... so innately beautiful.So it was that when Baldor came to continue their journey, Halvar was both ready to get away from such wonders but also sore that he had to: his place was not here, amongst craftsmen and musicians, but in the wild, serving The Good Folk of his home. It was there, over hill and under tree, that he withstood The Shadow and all of its villainies." I am certainly ready, Master Baldor," came the reply when he asked, his Longbow unstrung but still carried with a state of prep, " Where does our journey bring us next?" ~</blockquote>