Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="howandwhy99" data-source="post: 2516435" data-attributes="member: 3192">Darius stepped forward after Kayla finished. While he scrubbed himself down he refused to cut his hair or beard. “No self respecting dwarf would ever go without a beard!”  Cyrus looked back at him with a greedy eye. “Perhaps not. Who can say?” He then hopped up and approached Darius who had finished cleaning. Cyrus was careful not to get any of the soapy water on himself. “Why do they name you ‘the Black’, Cyrus?” Darius asked looking at the dwarf’s obvious red beard. “Maybe you should wash up next?” Cyrus gave a wry laugh. “Naaaay. And it be Cyrus the Black. Ya got it backward. It’s fer me sense o’ humor y’ see.” He did not explain any more, but his answer gained him some strange looks.  Darius began to tell stories of the hold. Of how the bearded women and men fought hard to make strong lives for themselves in the mountains.  As Darius told his stories, the rest of the team scrubbed down and looked for a place to sleep for the night. The loft overhead still had hay in it and most made their bed there. Dram brought his father in from the outside. He told his dad he was very worried. Dalin had not yet returned and the moon was high overhead.</blockquote>