Calimir walked over to join the group. He'd been watching them keenly from a distance. Bregand didn't do so well in the fighting it seemed. Calimir understood that feeling, he'd backed away from one more than once. He glanced with compassion toward Tareth who was talking on the side with Rangar, the haunted look barely subsided even after several hours.
As he came up to the elf and the young man he held his hands out to them. "What is it, my friends?" he asked, his spirits having lifted considerably since the fight. He was in a spectacularly good mood in fact. He shot a smile at Bregand, who still looked faintly uncomfortable.
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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