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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 1494076" data-attributes="member: 8222">The exhausted woman is overcome with emotion, a conflict of relief at being alive, when her family was so nearly wiped out, and happiness and a bit of shame at such a generous gift.' Mister Whistler...we haint being ungrateful, but this is more'n we ever had afore in our lives, Sir. We could do with half this and still be up from when we wuz attacked...at least as far as money goes.Enyarra's right hand goes absently to the wedding ring on her left, stroking the thin copper band that the bandits had either overlooked or ignored when they took her.The two boys are stunned at so much in the way of a gift, especially at the daggers, which they take up reverently, as if they had just been Knighted.Smiling, they run out of the room their new blades in hand.The Dwarf (Bolgrem) coughs and says something similar to what Enyarra said, though he does point to the Mace and ask if he could perhaps buy it with his share, as it was his (and his father's before).The miners look a bit sheepish and Morey says 'Well, truth be known, we dinna have near this much'n cash'n such, though them Orcs did some damage to our Mine, smellin' the place up an tearing up our smithy.How's about we take 10 less Gold each, Mr. Whistler, as thet's more like what we shoud get. Shame whut them orcs made us go'n dig like...we had a good'n'solid vein goin o' silver mud, then they made us vere off, looking fer some Shard , which we never did find, by the Dead Gods...'The night passes easily, with dinner a pleasant affair, the new Dwarf friend sharing interesting tales of his homeland, East of here. Baths are had for all, and the boys stay up late, bolstered by sugary treats from Borman's General, swirly candies and tarts. It isn't until 10 or so that Enyarra succeeds in getting them to bed, excusing herself as well, bidding all a good night.**********************************************************Across town, a lone horseman approaches town, the steady *Clip-Clop* of his steed's shoes upon the hard-packed dirt of the roadway echoing down between the buildings of Gertle's Gulch. he is seen by only one man, an oldster stumbling home from his drink.The old man stops, peering at the rider through the pale moonlight, and then turns away, unsure that he had seen anything at all, the lingering effetcs of the Gift hazing his mind een as he staggered on.The Rider looked for long moments at the Sherrif's Office, smiling a fanged grimace, then, with a slap of his reigns, he was moving on, melting into this new place.</blockquote>

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