[*Varda*]

Dwarves

A light rain drizzled over the camp as the dwarves continued working. A long line of solid stone marked the beginnings of one wall of the future town hall. Although somewhat dampened by the rain, both physically and in spirit, the dwarves worked on, until another wall could be shown by the small line of stone in the ground.

Therin continually looked to the hills, on the look out for any sign of the hill men. But with the rain had come heavy grey clouds, and the hills were covered in mist. If there was any movement among the hill men, it was hidden from the eyes of the settlers.

Inwardly, the dwarf wondered if it had been wise to leave it up to Barzun to inform the rangers of what they had seen. So far, the older dwarf had made no sign that he had told the Rangers anything of what they had seen, but Therin felt it was unwise to speak to the Rangers himself. Barzun could take this the wrong way, and added tension among the dwarves was the last thing they needed.

The rain grew steadily heavier, and the ground the dwarves were working on became muddier. They could not work properly in this weather, and at least the foundations of the site had been laid, as Therin surveyed the land around.

"Dwarves!" Therin called. "This is useless. We cannot do our best work in this rain. Come inside somewhere and we will get on with other things, perhaps survey the plans more extensively. Perhaps some of you can make more suggestions." Sighs of relief were heard amidst the rain and the dwarves picked up their work and went inside to look over the plans some more.