“Right, everybody!” Barzun ordered, as the dwarves stopped sitting comfortably on the ground and wearily began to get themselves up. “It’s time for us to get back to work, we still haven't collected enough stone for our purposes!”
Pushing their laden wheelbarrows before them, the dwarves went back to walking through the great ruined city of Annuminas. Therin looked wistfully now and again as they walked – the stonework and architecture had fascinated him, and it saddened his heart to see a place that must have once been so majestic reduced to a heap of crumbling stone. Turning his head away, looking down into his wheelbarrow, his eyes once again passed over the crude carving into several bits of stone, which so excited his curiosity.
No use mentioning it to the elder dwarf again, though. Having mentioned it to Barzun in his excitement, Barzun had just passed over it with no interest whatsoever. Therin sighed and picked up more heavy bits of rock, balancing them precariously on top of his already nearly full wheelbarrow.
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