"Parin Stonemouth," she finally responded, after much dubious lookings-up-and-down of the two elves. "From whence do you hail, and how is it that you come to be so friendly to one of my race, so much so as to great me in my own tongue? I am not used to such treatment, so I beg forgiveness of my skepticism. You see, I have travelled long and hard, and have not met many who would call themselves 'dwarf-friend' on my difficult road. Share with me your history that my trust might be gained of you all the more quickly," she demanded with a still gruff-edge to her tone. She hoped she looked tougher and more experienced than she felt...
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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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