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Thin-Gloomy was just about to set his own camp and a fire, when he noticed another fire less than a mile away. Who else moves in this lonely land, but I and the beasts of wild? Thin-Gloomy wondered.
Another adventurers, seekers of the hoard... he thought. The thought of his rivals so near to him made him restless. In the other hand it gave him comfort to know that he was not trying a route that all others regarded as a folly.
If I went to visit him, I could find out something that could help me on my journey, Thin-Gloomy thought. He didn't admit - even to himself - that he wanted some company. He had been lonely for too long.
Telling himself he might be doing a big mistake he took his things and left.
Thin-Gloomy hadn't forsaken his caution though. He crept towards the light. He didn't want to take any risks. He couldn't know who would await him by the campfire.
Evidently Thin-Gloomy had taken after his forefathers - and his whole race - in what comes to hiding and stalking. "Who be there?" It was a calm voice, and probably belonged to a human male. Thin-Gloomy was relieved. He stepped forward, to the light.
"I am Thin-Gloomy the Dwarf, at your service. Who are you?"
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