***** DALE-Girion *****
Girion walked stiffly toward Frain. The Dwarf stood, hands on hips, shaking his head at the muddy heap of trade goods in front of him. 'Curse all those Spiders and their children's children!' Frain muttered under his breath.
Girion waited for the Dwarf to notice him, which he did soon, casting a none too friendly eye on the Man and the Elf which stood just beyond him.
'I have spoken with Stonehelm.' began Girion, ignoring the disgusted look on the Dwarf's face. 'He asked that I broach a suggestion to you that I had made to him. It concerns how we might lighten our load since we no longer have the wagon. It has a great deal to do with your wares. Please hear me out, and we will abide by your wishes as we can.'
Frain looked at the Man, expectantly. 'Well! Talk! I'm not one of those Elves who can pry into other peoples' minds and hear them!'
Girion steped back a pace, and bowed his head to the irritated Dwarf, a smile quickly hidden. He outlined what he had suggested to the King, and asked then what Frain thought they might do.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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