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'Your granny were called Gráinne. I loved her from the moment we first met. She were clever, and as sweet a lass as ever a lad could hope for. She were the fairest lass I'd ever laid eyes on, before or since our first meetin'.'
Beannaithe felt as cold as the tomb in which they'd laid her pabbi. Dwarves, ye see, don't bury their dead in the ground like we Hobaid ("Hobbit Folk"). Instead they lay 'em to rest between two slabs of stone.
I continued me story where I'd ended the night before...
'As instructed, Blacksmith and the Dwarf wiped their feet on the mat outside the door before entering the farmhouse. The inside of the home were far cosier than either had imagined.