After weeks of travel, a lone she-dwarf wandered into the inn marked by a white horse. Desperate for companionship and aged beyond her years by her travails on the road, she timidly entered the room, where flickering firelight seemed to welcome her. To her dismay, a brief look 'round proved that elven characters abounded here.
The dwarf's quick intake of breath created a sharp sound that attracted the attention of some in the room. "Will they accept me here?" she thought, remembering all her parents had told her of the division and tension between elves and dwarves. Confusedly she began to back towards the door.
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"What if you slept, and what if in your sleep you dreamed, and what if, in your dream, you went to paradise and there plucked a beautiful flower...and what if when you awoke, you held that flower in your hand? Ah, what then?"
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