((OOC: The following text was first written by Augir and Norgi. It was posted as a series of roleplaying texts on the Durins Folk forum. The text now forms the basis for the wedding between Augir and Hanfrere.))
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The letter
Two swift strokes was all it took. The quill was sharp,sharp as it had ever been. Norgi sat and pondered it. It contained the letter he had to write, well potentially at least. Carefully he dipped it into the small bottle of black ink. Too much and it would blot and be unreadable. Not enough and it would merely leave faint scratches across the parchment. Satisfied, he nodded to himself. Lowering the quill, he let it begin to form the runes for the words echoing in his mind.
My dearest Uncle Hani,
let me start with an apology. I fear I have been much remiss in my visits of late. Due in part to my fathers condition and my new duties within Durins Folk, my time has been limited to say the least.
Father continues much as he was. My younger brother cares for him almost full time now. The Apothecary says he has not long on Arda remaining. Father is pleased. Soon, he says, he will see his Mari again. Mahal will guide him to the halls prepared for all Khazad and there he will rest beside her once more. I tell you this so you will know that now would be the time to visit if you can.
I trust all is well in your household. I hope you and Hanfrere flourish. It is of her I wished specifically to speak with you. As you are aware, it should be Fathers duty to find a match for her. I fear if it is not done soon it will come too late for her and for Father.
With this in mind, I propose to come to your home at the end of this week, to discuss with you a very creditable candidate. I mislead him slightly as to Hanfrere's appearance and worldly worth. Neither of us want another Hani Tightfist I am sure! He responded well. So well in fact I felt bound to speak some of the real facts, at which point he became more than interested. Even without a mention of the zarb. He is of more than adequate wealth to full fill his end of the contract, and to keep himself and Hanfrere as you would wish. My Father has said he will honour your agreement as to the requested amount itself. I assure you when I began to speak of it, the dwarf himself was not even remotely interested in the details. Knowing this dwarf on a personal level, I am prepared to give my own word of bond on his nature, honour and general worthiness as a match. This we can discuss at length when we meet.
Your Servant,
Norgi son of Norgi of the Broadbeam clan
With the same care Norgi addressed an envelope. Spreading soft sand across both, he waited for it to soak up the excess ink. The sand went back into its pouch and the letter into the envelope. The letter he then placed in the centre of the table in the main chamber. Tomorrow he would send it.
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Brushing off the last imaginary speck of dust,he checked once more. Spotless! Number one uniform? Check. Pebble of doom? Check. Gifts for the family? Rummaging quickly in his pack, one, two. Check. All present and correct sir. Ok, Norgi, two deep breaths and we go.
Stepping forward he knocked firmly upon the door. Knock, knock, knock. "This is the Sigin Tarag. Open up in the name of the King or face his wrath!" The door was wrenched open. In it was framed the broadest most hairy dwarf you would ever wish to see. So broad was he, he had to turn to step out. So hairy was he, it looked as if his eyebrows and beard were fighting for possession of the rest of his face. A deep gravely, menacing voice issued from the apparition. "Wot?"
Norgi quickly broke into his prepared speech. " Master dwarf. We have reason to believe a gem of the Broadbeam clan is within this demesne. Held hostage by some form of bear, troll mutant cross-breed creature thing. I must warn you. I am a mighty warrior of the khazad and the bearer of the dreaded pebble of doom. Should you attempt to bar my path, I shall smite ye and cast your smoking corpse aside! " The apparition peered closely at him. Its piggy eyes seeming to bore right through. A shaking started across its body. Swiftly encompassing its whole form, turning its visible features a bright red colour. Unconsciously Norgi took a step backwards. Preparing himself to unleash the lightnings of death, or, leg it which ever he thought of first.
Then it erupted! The noise that followed is a little difficult to describe. One imagines a thousand donkies braying would sound similar. The shaking and quivering subsided. Straightening himself up and wiping away a tear from his eye he spoke. " Norgi Softhands, ye are a fool!" Norgi grinned widely. " Why Uncle anyone would think ye are not pleased to seem me." The smile that returned completely change his previously menacing aspect. " Course I am lad. Ye'd best be entitled to that uniform though or ye jokes not gonna be funny fer long. Never mind. Inside. We shouldna be talking here. Come, supper be ready in about an hour. lets sit while we wait."
He led him through the house and into the sitting room. Two chairs had been set next to each other in readiness. Doffing his helm and pack Norgi sat. " Where is Hanfrere Uncle?" The grizzled dwarf snorted slightly. " Out back dealing with a difficult sow." A small smile spread across Norgi's face, too easy. " I suppose like knows like Uncle." Uncle snorted again. " Enough of ye cheek lad. I got ye letter and wants te know who ye talk of. Matching me lass is important. Too important fer any more o' them stupid comments. Now, spill or ill tan ye hide like I used te, don't think that I wont!" Raising his hands in surrender Norgi replied. " Fair enough Uncle. No more." He stood and retrieved his pack. Looking inside , he brought out the two parcels. " If we are being proper, gifts for the house are first." Offering his Uncle the smaller he started to explain. " This is yours. Its a gift from your prospective son in law. Eagles nest tabac from the Shire. Blended and bred for its taste, highly sought after that is." Uncles eyes lit up. Taking the parcel carefully he just looked at it for several long seconds. " A good choice. Off te a grand start this lad of yourn. That fer Hanfrere?" Nodding towards the other package. " Yes, Blueberry muffins. I baked before leaving." Blushing slightly Norgi continued. " I'll call Hanfrere if its alright. She should really hear what I have to say too." Uncle nodded his consent and continued studying his parcel.
Walking to the back of the house, he watched for his cousin. She was feeding the pigs. Deftly emptying buckets into their communal trough. Her long blond hair was tied and platted down her back keeping it neatly out of the way. A little smaller than average but he knew that was deceptive. She was easily as strong as he if not more so. Childhood tussles had taught him that. Fairly plain at first glance, that too was deceptive. Her smile was her beauty. In it shone everything she was and everything she would be. It could light up Thorins hall. Noticing she had finished he gave a sharp whistle. Startled she looked up and saw him. His smile was answered by the one he remembered so well. " Norgi, you came!" He just stood there like the fool he felt.
Uncle Skaril
Augir was admiring the silver inlays on one of his candle stands. "Some thought and skill went into this" he said to himself. He took another rag in his hand and continued to polish the intricate silver patterns. "Brother Norgi sure is a skilled silversmith" he mumbled. But his thoughts were interrupted by a large booming sound, echoing through the room. It sounded as if a bolt of lightning had just struck his little house! Augir jumped at the sound! But he soon smiled and walked to the door. He opened it and stepped outside onto his small yard. There stood a dwarf, of considerable age. His grey hair was swept backwards and fell onto his back. His grey beard was long and well trimmed, so long that the end of it was tucked in behind the belt. He was hunched forward and his shoulders sloping somewhat. He wore plain greyish travel clothes, except for the blue and golden runesatchel at his side. Above his familiar big nose, the two eyes where fixed on Augir with a warm gaze.
"Skaril Stonehand! When are you going to learn to knock like ordinary dwarfs! "
The old dwarf laughed. Augir walked closer and hugged him. "Uncle, so good of you to come, and so soon."
Skaril grinned. "Its good to see you to Augir. It has been far to long since I last saw my favourite nephew!"
Augir laughed and bid his Uncle to come inside. "So you have another nephew I don’t know about then? "
The two dwarfs carried on in this manner for a good half hour. Augir put his best Ale and food on the table. They had not seen each other for over two years, so they had much to discuss. But soon they touched the real reason for uncle Skarils arrival.
"So you made the journey here from the Lonely Mountain in two weeks. Then you must have rode hard?"
"As if Durins bane were after me! " Skaril replied and chuckled.
"But then it is a serious and joyous matter that brings me here!"
Augir looked sad for a moment "It should have been me riding to you! But my duties here prevented me from undertaking such a journey"
Skaril nodded "Uzbad Duinn is keeping you busy then?"
"Aye! But then that’s how I like it, there´s much to be done. Especially now that the Mithril Guards have been scattered as if by a foul wind." Augir shook his head
"That is sad news indeed....but then its obvious you are not so weighed down by duties that you indeed are considering marriage."
Augirs expression changed from sad to surprised "Considering?"
Skarils nods "For years I tried to convince you that its up to you to carry on your grandfathers line in the family. Not to mention your fathers honourable name"
"Yes but....."
Skaril continued with great excitement " I have already set the stones in motion. For years now, our family have tried to retie our bond with another family, from which we trace our line. It turns out we are in luck!"
Augir tried to reply "You must have misunderstood......"
"One of the elders among them have agreed upon a marriage between his second-cousin and you. At first he was hesitant but when he heard it concerned the son of Halgrim Hammerfell....."
Augir´s yaw had dropped and thus his mouth was wide open.
"Well it seemed like he heard of you, and he did know your father."
"But Uncle, you must have misunderstood my letter! "
Skaril continued as if he had not heard " This will be a grand event, we must leave as soon as you finished your current duties here!"
Augir raised his voice "Uncle!" You misunderstood my letter!"
"Perhaps I should return ahead of you, and aid in the..........what?"
Augir shook his head in disbelief "I should have made the journey myself...."
"Augir?"
"You got it all wrong, Uncle. I will marry if all goes well, her name is Hanfrere."
Skaril peered at Augir!
Augir continued explaining that the woman in question was of the Broadbeam clan and a cousin to his friend and comrade in arms, Norgi. His uncle didn´t say a word as Augir explained the plans that he and Norgi had made up. When he was done his uncle just sat there with an expression that showed he was not pleased.
Skaril stared at Augir "So for this you have brought me here, needlessly it seems!"
"Not at all, Uncle. I need you to talk to Norgi. I cannot make the necessary arrangements myself. Thats unheard of!"
"If you do not return with me to the Lonely Mountain, you will embarrass the whole family!"
"Uncle, my duties here prevent me from leaving."
Skaril´s stare changed into an angry gesture "Then you will make a laughing stock out of me and my kin!!"
"Then it is your own doing, not mine!" Augir replied sharply.
"So be it then, I will not remain any longer in this house!"
"Uncle wait..."
Skaril stormed out of the house. Augir drank his mug empty and took a deep breath. Outside he found his Uncle already going over his packs.
"Uncle, am I not your closest kin, your nephew?"
Skaril just stared at him.
"I did not ask of you to make all those arrangements. And after all, I am my fathers son, headstrong and stubborn. Hanfrere it is, if she will have me! Whether you approve or not! But I cannot arrange this by my self. For that I need you Uncle, and for that reason alone I have send for you. That and the fact that I have missed you terribly."
Skaril looked down at his feet. "Very well then, I will shame our family upon my return. But you shall have what you ask of me!"
Augir smiled at his uncle.
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Candles, runes and ale
"Pardon?" Norgi blinked slightly,trying to absorb what he had just been told. Skaril sat puffing on his pipe absently. As he drew in the embers flared into life, as he breathed out they dimmed back to dormancy. Drawing in a deep breath, Norgi hoped to light his own spirit once more. " Master Skaril. You have spoken your will and your way. I thank you for being so blunt." Skaril nodded ,his eyes not leaving Norgi's for a second. " Now if ye will allow I will say mine." Not a twitch on Skarils face. He was the mountain, solid, implacable. " Some of our brothers of the rune have the seeing eye. Glimpses of what may come to pass are gifted them. Often hard to comprehend and mostly useless until experienced. I, do not have that gift. Like you, I have the storm within me." Norgi let the seconds flow past. Thinking of the correct words to say. " However, even I can see the two paths lain before us."
" The first path is the way of Augir and Hanfrere. We can bow to what they want. Agree to this match and.....I will do all I can to aid them and you. I will travel with you to Erebor and explain to your friend. I will also attempt to meet any reparations you or he deem necessary, be it monetary or otherwise. This I would do for my cousin, your Nephew, your family and mine own. Because it is right to do so."
A cold breeze ran round the room as Norgi slowly stood. " Then , there is the second path. I could go to my father,who is sick and not long for Arda. Explain all, undoubtedly the shock would worsen his condition. Likely quicken his exit. After which I could go to mine Uncle and Hanfrere. From this point my word and my Honour would be worthless. Mine Uncle would cast me from his house, never to be allowed return." The wind picks up a pace, loose papers begin to flutter around the room. " Thence I would leave, driven to exile. Mine thoughts would fall to despair and anger. Perhaps, I would seek some one to blame. Perhaps, you Master Skaril. Mine twisted and destroyed mind would need a price for the blood debt owed by the death of mine Father." The wind grew again, rattling the windows and doors in its excitement. Blowing out all of the candles and throwing more objects upon the floor. Then it stopped. Norgi's eyes glittered with reflected power and malice as lightning sheathed his whole form. " I would seek you out and slay you."
So saying Norgi quickly delved into his pouch, withdrawing the rune within. With narrowed eye Skaril too withdrew his rune. Almost too quick to see, a fat bright spark jumped from Norgi to Skaril's hand. Skaril watched in horror as his rune fell from suddenly numb fingers. " Of course, Augir would then seek me out. He could do no other. I would then be forced to slay him too. My best friend, my Brother. After this, realising what I had done. I would throw myself from the highest cliff of Ered Luin." Cocking his head slightly, Norgi looked straight into Skaril's eyes. " Now how, in the name of the seven fathers hairy arses, would I explain THAT to Mahal as I stood before him hmm?"
Gently massaging some life into his numb fingers Skaril began to chuckle. The chuckle became a laugh. The laugh became a roar. It echoed into Norgi's ears, filling the room, filling the world. This was not a bad thing, it was filled with joy and very infectious. Norgi felt himself beginning to laugh with it. carefully he placed his rune upon the table top. Instantly the lightnings died. The small house was as it had been. The candles still alight, papers neatly stacked by Augir's hand. " That illusion was well done Master Norgi, well done indeed. I almost believed it!" Skaril grinned widely. " Almost? Wha...?" stammered Norgi. " Candles. They give of a distinct smell when blown out." Blushing and deflated Norgi sat. " Besides, I did some checking myself. Augir said you were Tricky and that wasn't the half of it was it! You were mentored by Dardur of Gondamon. Leaning closer Skaril lowered his voice. " I spoke to him yesterday." Chuckling softly he leaned back again. " That spark though, I did not expect. What was it?" " Oh, a form of Scribes Spark. if you can impact the fingers it runs straight up the wrist to a nerve centre, causing spasm in the hand. I uhh wouldn't recommend it in combat though. It's tricky. half the time it'll flip your own rune right out of..... But you knew that right?" Skaril smiled and nodded. " Yes. Not until after you used it though." Norgi looked at the rune laying upon the floor, the glance was not lost by Skaril. Softly he spoke. " No,master Norgi. Let's leave it there. Some things are best discussed as Dwarves, not as runes." Rising Skaril began to move towards the back room. " Light your pipe Master Norgi, we have much to ponder. I know where Augir put the last of his good ale." Skaril tutted slightly. " Fancy trying to hide it from his Favourite Uncle." With a laugh Norgi replied " I fear trying to hide anything from you would be a grave mistake Skaril."
A shadow in the dark
It was late in the evening and the road was familiar. Augir had been more drunk than this and still found his way home. His thoughts lingered on the merry bunch of brothers that was his comrades in arms. At the drill earlier today they had stood there in line, proud and obeying every command shouted by Uzbad Duinn. Now most of them have wandered home, lay drunk somewhere or where still merrymaking at the Kin Hall. A grand feast it was! Soon he found himself gazing upon his small home with the two stone dwarfs silently hailing him. The lights still flickered in the windows which meant his Uncle was probably asleep over one of his old books again, and forgot to blow out the candles.
Augir stopped and stood there looking at his home. His senses where on full alert and he felt strongly that something was wrong. His eyes tried to pierce the shadows cast by the many luminous crystals in the cave. And they found what they sought. A shadow, tightly sneaking around the corner from the back of his house.
He readied an arrow on his bow and shouted as loudly as he could: "Halt, in the name of the Longbeards!!". The shadow stood motionless as if deciding to run or not. Augir recognized the posture of a small dwarf. The thoughts raced through his mind. Was it a Dourhand? A spy or an assassin perhaps?. He raised his bow and aimed at the shadow.
"Try to run and you´ll find my arrow in your back! State your name and your business here!!"
The dark figure slowly moved closer and Augir could hear a fair voice replying: "I meant no harm..."
Augir lowered his bow somewhat and smiled. This was no Dourhand! The voice could only belong to a dwarven maiden and it wasn´t hard for him to guess which one.
Suddenly Hanfrere started walking towards Augir. "I recognise that uniform, my cousin wears the same! Norgi Norgisson of the Broadbeams is his name! I am his cousin Hanfrere! And I suggest you put away that bow before you hurt yourself!
Augir began to laugh. "Hanfrere?" He laughed so hard he almost dropped the bow but he managed to tuck it away. He was about to wipe the tears from his face when a he received a hard slap on his chin.
"I prefer not to be made a mockery off. I stated my name and instead of standing there laughing like an idiot, I suggest you do the same!"
Augir could feel his chin sting and and remembered that Norgi told him about Hanfrere being somewhat headstrong. He smiled and replied: "I know Norgi well, a friend of mine he is."
In the dim light he could see Hanfrere´s eyes widen. "Augir Hammerfist, son of Halgrim of Lonely Mountain. At your service and your family’s!"
He could hear Hanfrere sigh in relief. "So you´re Augir?" She chuckled lightly and continued: "I saw that old dwarf through the window and I....though..." Augir began laughing again but soon remembered his chin and settled on a grin. "Thats my Uncle Skaril. He’s 232 years old and way past the age of marriage. Hanfrere laughed at the misunderstanding and Augir thought it was a delightful laugh. "This is hardly an appropriate hour for a young maiden to be out wandering by herself. If you will allow me, I will escort you back to your home." Hanfrere agreed and they began walking towards Thorins Hall.
At first they walked rather hastily. Augir thought Hanfrere was uncomfortable by his presence and wanted to get home as fast as her manners permitted her. But soon they began to talk and their pace slowed considerably. Both had been told some things about the other from Norgi, and that information formed the base for their conversation. Handfrere told him about her pigs, and the hardship of raising them in the caves behind Thorins hall. She also told him of her dying uncle and the sorrow it brings to her family. Augir listened very carefully and could indeed recognise the worth of breeding pigs in the caves, should war come to these lands. In turn he told her about his father, Halgrim Hammerfell, and his upbringing as a miner in the mines of Thorins Hall. Not exaggerating he also told her about his skills as a weaponsmith, and the good trade his weapons bring. He could tell Hanfrere was impressed when he told her of his time as a Mithril Guard.
They soon reached Hanfrere´s home, in the caves behind Thorins hall.
"Its a small home you have, Augir."
"Well I have never had a reason for getting a bigger one." He was about to add "Until now" but decided not to.
Hanfrere nodded. "Well this is my house", she whispered. "Lets not wake my father..."
The front of the house had two braziers with wood still burning in them. Augir could see Hanfrere more clearly now and as she pulled her hood back he could see that she was blonde. Her hair was long and braided in a practical but decorative way. No doubt to keep the hair out of her face. He could not make out her eyes but he guessed they where green, like most dwarfs from these parts. Including his own. Her blond beard was nicely trimmed and looked incredible soft. She looked rather plain but then he remembered he was no springflower himself.
"Well I guess this is farewell."
"For tonight.." Hanfrere replied and smiled broadly at Augir. "I hope we will meet again, and I think its for the best if we don’t mention this nightly encounter to anyone".
Augir was lost in her smile. It was unbelievable how this plain looking dwarven maiden could transform her self into such a beauty, by a simple smile. He was so taken by her smile that his tongue stumbled on the words as he said farewell.
Hanfrere could not sleep that night. Thoughts raced through her mind as she thought about Augir and marriage. She knew it was her choice in the end, regardless what her father and cousin had arranged. When the morning broke she got up and wrote a letter to Augir, inviting him to dinner. One of many dinners and feast to come before she would feel comfortable enough to make a final decision.
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The Betrothal
"Did you smoke it all, Uncle? I can´t find it!" Augir was rummaging through his house looking for his second gift.
"What gives you that idea?" Skaril was still occupied with his gift. Augir had no idea what it was. Skaril had insisted that he would bring the gift for Norgi. "You drank all my ale I had saved for this occasion! Skaril grinned "Ah well, Norgi drank his share..."
"Ah, there it is!" Augir opened the small package slightly and bored his nose into it. He draw a breath and smiled.
"Finest Wizards Fire pipeweed!" He closed the package and put it away in his pack, along with his second gift.
Augir looked out through a window. He couldn´t see the sun directly but the dim light it casts in the cave was enough.
"Its time to go Uncle!" Skaril was done and tightened the last strap on his pack. "I´m ready! But..." Skaril began to laugh. "You off to fight goblins or something?" Skaril chuckled. "The helmet and shoulder guards are a bit much don’t you think. And don’t drag that big axe of yours with you." Augir grinned. "There is nothing wrong with my axe! But you’re right, old habits I guess." He straightened his uniform, now without the metal accessories, and tuck his small eating knife behind the belt. "How do I look?" Skaril put his hand on Augirs shoulder. "Relax, lad...you look fine!
Augir knocked on the door. He was looking at the braziers when the door was wrenched open. Augir and Skaril took a involuntary step backwards when Norgis uncle Hani pushed him self through the doorway. Skaril tried hard to hold back a laugh. Augir, biting his lip, poked Skaril in the side with his elbow. "Ah, honrable dwarfs, yer expected!" Hani smiled, at least that´s what Augir and Skaril thought he did. "Lets get ye inside fer the introductions!" Hani bid them to enter, turned around and made his way inside. Augir and Skaril followed. Skaril chuckled slightly and whispered to Augir. "A true Broadbeam for sure..."
Inside they found Norgi and Hanfrere waiting. Augir nodded a greeting to his brother in arms, who where wearing his uniform as well. Norgi introduced Skaril to the his family. Augir eyed Hanfrere, she smiled nervously. She was wearing a short sleeved blue dress with intricate dwarven patterns and her hair was braided in a way that her hair ended up on a knot at the back at her head. Augir felt it was over the top and sensed that Hanfrere was not comfortable with it. He blinked his eye slightly. ”Hello, Hanfrere!” ”Augir! , its good to see you again”, she replied and smiled faintly. Hani interrupted them by proposing a toast. "Uncle, gift first I believe is the custom..." "Ah yer right lad!"
Augir put his pack on a chair and took out the small bundle and bowed before Hani. "Hani, son of Hani, of the Broadbeams. This is my gift for you on this joyous occasion!" Hani took the small bundle and opened it. His eyes widened and like Augir, he bored his nose into the pipeweed. "Ah, finest tabac! Wizards fire even! He bowed as deeply as he could and Augir returned the gesture. "Now, my next gift is for Hanfrere! Its the first part of my gift for you, the later part will be a surprise later on if all goes well." He blushed slightly while pulling out a box from his pack. Augir had crafted the box himself from finest Khazad iron, and polished it to give it a beautiful glow. Upon the lid where runes etched. Augir had pondered for days as what to write but settled on the simple but proper text " To Hanfrere, daughter of Hani, of the Broadbeams. In the year 3018 of the Third Age." Hanfrere carefully took the box from Augirs hands. It was surprisingly heavy. She smiled when she read the runes. "I thank thee, Augir Hammerfist, for this beautiful gift!" "Open it.." Augir whispered. In the box Hanfrere found a key, lying on a bed of silver fabric, made by Skarils hand. "Oh, a key..!" "Its the key to my...our future house.", Augir replied. Under the silver fabric she found gold and polished gems, which she assumed was of the correct value. Hanfrere bowed deeply and Augir did the same.
Augir grinned at Norgi who seemed anxious to receive his gift. "I have no gift for you, brother!" Norgi stared at Augir as if he couldn´t believe what he just heard. Hani muttered something and Hanfrere gasped. Augir tried his best to look dead serious. Skaril started to chuckle. He peered at Norgi and laughed. "No worries lad, that gift is mine to give. Norgi shifted his stare to Skaril. "You want to give me a gift?" "Why not?, Norgi son of Norgi, of the Broadbeams. Keeper of the Pebbles of Doom! From one runekeeper to another..." Skaril reached for his pack and took out a small cloth bag. It was made from blue silk cloth with an intricate silver embroidery. Skaril turned to Norgi. "This runestone has been I´m my family for generations. Neither of the prominent runekeepers of my line had any success in wielding it. I tried it and I could not make any sense in what it shows me. If you will allow me, I will teach you what little I know. But its up to your skill as a runkeeper to wield it. I give you the Rune of Foresight! Skaril placed the small bag in Norgis hands and bowed as deeply as his old body permitted.
Norgi then raised his glass and proposed a toast for the couple. ”Hanfrere! Do you accept Augir's gift as being sufficient in worth?” Hanfrere, seemingly weighing the gift in her hands replied ”Yes, it is enough! And I offer my hand to Augir, in marriage”. Norgi turned to Augir ”What say you, brother?” Augir looked at Hanfrere visibly moved by her words.”What can I say but aye, I gladly accept!”. Hani raised his mug ”Then yer officially betrothed. The Azlâf begins tomorrow, and I needn´t remind yer not to see each other 'til the wedding. But fer the night we feast and drink! Empty yer mugs!
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