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"We were about to start again when the door opened and who should be standing there? Master Tumunir! The look on his face were priceless. I thought we’d all scatter and that were the end of it, but Mis Tairy invited Master Tumunir right on in, and asked if he knew any dwarf dances! Master Tumunir said “Of course, I were young once”, ha ha! I thought about just dropping it and going to sit down, but the air just seemed too full of joy and boldness, so I asked if he would show me a dwarf dance. Just one step, nothing fancy!
Here I sit by my camp fire writing my thoughts. I should be in the Pony right now, lounging in a chair by the fireplace with a nice pint, but it seems my stay was cut short by an unexpected visitor. Curse her name, whatever it is.
Leoffrith is trying not to pace. The ruins, kind of lonely and noble in their austerity, let in the sunshine of a lovely day, but there's no decorations beyond the stones; all the celebration is to happen elsewhere, after the ceremony. Leoffrith fidgets in his gold-bedecked tunic.
Taite hobbles over the sunlit grass, smiling as the weather whispers of coming spring. Demurely holding up the front of her skirt a little, she pauses when she sees Leoffrith, then nods in relief when he invites her in.