[Fool Of A Took]

Grimm felt tired. He had been helping a lot and carried stone boulders to the Inn. A dwarf, Regin some people said his name was, had taken the job to find good stones for the rebuild of the Inn. Many people were working and carrying stuff, but Grimm now sat down on the lawn in the middle of the Inn yard.

He leaned back in the grass, and suddenly Cree showed up. "I am glad to see you too" he said and smiled. He hugged her and thought about how good friends they were now. He didn't want anything in the world to happen her. He couldn't stand much more sorrow. He smiled to her and sat down again. "Here, sit by me" he said and she sat down.

Her curse seems to not affect her so much anymore, he thought and stroke back his long hair that irritated his eyes.

"How are things working out for you?" he suddenly asked and turned his head to Cree. For his part it had been alright. It had been worst in the beginning when the fire just started. All the chaos, sorrow, and most of all, fear.