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"So, we are left here like youngsters when the adults are talking about the important matters and we must get to know each other and be friends," said Nuwethion, with a fairly good point, in Hanindur's opinion. "Like many of us aren't already that. How are you young master Hanindur?" he asked, directing the question towards Hanindur.
It took Hanindur a moment to realize that Nuwethion was talking to him. "Well, as good as you can be in these times." he replied. Continuing, he went on: "But is it easy to be good in these times. They are hard upon us all, is that not it? There is always a darkness now." His voice was low, and dark; he spoke the thoughts of them all, for at times, every one of them had thought that very thing. There was always a shadow now.
The trees were obvilious to this fact, they rustled in the wind without any notice of the shadows that always seemed to creep up upon them. Though the day was fair, and the sunlight bright, and unshadowed, there was the seeeming of a shadow that was inevitable to escape. And Hanindur's words just made it seem even darker, though the light was still strong.
Seemingly, it was too hard for even him, a hardened Ranger, to think of, for that was surely was his mind was upon, for too long. "And what of you, master Nuwethion?" he asked, trying to bring a level of cheer to his voice, but failing in his attempt. "How are you fairing in these days of darkness?"
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