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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wrahn" data-source="post: 1770573" data-attributes="member: 9191">Tares Hehrog~Cerren takes you through the winding passages until you enter a room, lit by several continual flame lamps.  There is a table set with various fruits and meats.  There is a crystal decanter with what appears to be a dark wine, with two crystal glasses near.“The Lady will be here soon, please feel free to start.” Cerren says as he walks out of the room.“That boy is far too serious,” Elusriel says as she steps into the room shaking her head.She walks up to the table and picks up a red orange fruit that Tares doesn’t immediately recognize.  She closes her eyes as she bites into, as if in rapture.  She then turns to you, “Please, start, we don’t stand on ceremony here, take what you wish.  Do you want a glass of wine?”As they begin to eat, she will tell Tares of individual fruits and meats, how they were prepared, where they can be found and how they were grown.  They are an exotic blend of tastes, the meat is spiced differently than Tares has ever tasted.  It is an experience of taste that can hardly be matched by the most accomplished human chefs.  It seems an odd custom to share and eat off the table with no individual plates or utensils, but somehow Elusriel seems to make it seem very elegant.When they are done, Elusriel escorts Tares to the next room.  It has a small bowl which Elusriel washes her hands in, two chairs which look over a large window.  Looknig out the window, the view shows them to beneath the canopy of trees, but still has a commanding view of the clearing around the great tree.Elusriel sits down and indicates Tares should as well.“How goes your research?”After your explanation,  “I would not imagine he was being evasive in his logs, perhaps reading further will bring further enlightenment.”“Before you return to your research, however, I have something I would ask of you.”  She looks out into the clearing, pausing dramatically.“I would know of my daughter?  Is she happy?  I know that losing Katra was a blow to her, has she recovered?  Is she happy again?”Ata, Glangrim~Balin considers his words, before he can respond Untor shouts to the crowd, “Ye hear that!  The Flayers and the Drow are bleedin’ one another!”A great shout goes up through the hall, the dwarves know that their two greatest enemies fighting each other is only good for them.  It virtually guarantees the safety of Dun Faerin, at least for the next few years.  Ole Daelo offers a round on the house, bringing further cheers.Balin signals Ata and Glangrim to come outside so they can talk.  Stepping out, “Aye tis good news lad, sweet and bitter one right after another.  It offers up possibilities, perhaps one we will not have again for a long time.  Ya know where I be standing on the matter, but don’t be making the decesion lightly, the burden of a crown is a real and terrible one.”“The processional starts soon, we’d best be getting’ back.” Balin says looking toward the gate.The dwarven burial ceremony consists of 2 days of celebration of the life of the individual and then the third day, a processional is formed, winding it’s way through the city, until they come to the tunnel leading deep into the earth is reached, then the pallbearers, which usually consists of clan and close friends, takes the body down to the Bones of the Earth, the dwarven graveyard.  When the Pallbearers return, the official period of mourning begins.Soon Glangim must make his decision.Shifter~The night air is slightly chilled, but it feels wonderful to have nothing but sky above him.  Flight allows the stretching of muscles like nothing else, taking large lazy circles over the mountains is cathartic.The half moon is setting as Shifter lands on a branch over looking a mountain lake.  The light from the moon reflects almost perfectly of the still lake.Watching for a while, another bird flutters and lands next to him.  Turning to look at the unusual behavior, Shifter realizes that in fact he knows this entity that is wearing the form of the bird.She, and Shifter knows it is a she, nuzzles his neck, “I have found you at last my love.”He knows that evil was given form it would be this bird next to him.</blockquote>

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