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Zuromor stood, looking out towards Mount Doom. It's features shook him to the bone. It was terrifying, but exciting somehow. Shaking out of his reverie he saw the dwarves mourning over their comrade. "He fought bravely and I shall never forget him." He knelt down and prayed that if there were any Gods above that they would watch over him.
He did not know where they would go next but idle conversation seemed to raise everyone's morale. He had learned Grash's tale, but he was curious as to how everyone arrived. But one being entered his mind quickly and he could not remove her beautiful features from his mind.
"Raeis, how did you and your friend get here?" As he said the word friend he motioned to the other Elf.
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