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Arry · 08-02-2005, 02:43 AM

Most of the Dwarves gathered for the escort party knew each other already, and those who didn’t were quickly introduced, their fathers’ fathers’ names trotted out to hook them firmly into their new acquaintances’ memories. Skald poked through two of the carts looking at the provender his brother and uncle had managed to gather. ‘Not bad. Not bad,’ he said looking at the dried meats and the neat packets of cram, the skins of drink.’ Fond of his food, a frown puckered his brow. ‘What! No desserts stuck in!’ he cried in mock anguish. Afi Glitterfist laughed loudly and clapped him on the back. ‘Tis not an outing which calls for dessert, young one! You come to my kitchen when we’re done and my Sinta will make a honeyed cake that will melt in your mouth!’

Skald pursed his lips as if considering the offer. ‘Well I suppose that is a prize to look forward to. The carrot at the end of the stick, eh? I’ve heard quite favorable reports of Sinta’s cooking.’

Glancing once again at the line of carts Skald asked Riv if he intended to take all the supplies with them, or did he think that perhaps some of them should be cached in the small cave at the mountain’s base, the one halfway down the path that ran along the edge of the lake.

As he waited for his brother’s answer, Skald dug out his armour and handed Bror his pile, too, to put on.

08-02-2005, 02:43 AM	#62
Arry Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 704	Most of the Dwarves gathered for the escort party knew each other already, and those who didn’t were quickly introduced, their fathers’ fathers’ names trotted out to hook them firmly into their new acquaintances’ memories. Skald poked through two of the carts looking at the provender his brother and uncle had managed to gather. ‘Not bad. Not bad,’ he said looking at the dried meats and the neat packets of cram, the skins of drink.’ Fond of his food, a frown puckered his brow. ‘What! No desserts stuck in!’ he cried in mock anguish. Afi Glitterfist laughed loudly and clapped him on the back. ‘Tis not an outing which calls for dessert, young one! You come to my kitchen when we’re done and my Sinta will make a honeyed cake that will melt in your mouth!’ Skald pursed his lips as if considering the offer. ‘Well I suppose that is a prize to look forward to. The carrot at the end of the stick, eh? I’ve heard quite favorable reports of Sinta’s cooking.’ Glancing once again at the line of carts Skald asked Riv if he intended to take all the supplies with them, or did he think that perhaps some of them should be cached in the small cave at the mountain’s base, the one halfway down the path that ran along the edge of the lake. As he waited for his brother’s answer, Skald dug out his armour and handed Bror his pile, too, to put on. Last edited by Arry; 08-04-2005 at 03:05 AM.