The sunlight filtered through the forest canopy, though the air had a bit of bite as winter drew near. Egfor sat down near a stream, setting his bow and quiver on the ground beside him. He settled on the ground, back against a tree. He leaned back, the sunlight falling across his form. He closed his eyes for a moment, the wind through the leaves and the bubbling creek lulled him to sleep...

The creak of the iron cell door opening was the only thing that had caused him to raise his head in three days. Something like a shadow slipped inside and he was prepared to chalk it up to another vision or another torture coming for him. 

Sweetness like honey sitting on the tongues of 

Those who we want, yet we cannot have;

Bathe me in the amber glow as it pours from you -

The hammer fell against the red hot iron, finally flattening the metal out before he set it once more into the burning coals of the forge. The dwarf sighed a bit in satisfaction, the horse shoe coming along quite well. His pale Blonde hair was shaved up into a Mohawk, while his beard was neatly and tightly braided down along his chest. He wore a well kept apron,, that protected his well built frame.

But the dwarf's mind did wander as he stared into coals. The flames being stoked with the small gusts of wind, only causing his heart so sink slightly. 

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Mortals:  A Case Study (Cutch of Torech Besruth)

Torech Besruth, Falathlorn, Lindon