The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
Cold sits on the floor and doesnt move
Once the boy sees he isnt much of a threat he points at a name at the front of the letter. The name reads Lore. "D-do you know her?"
*ME BUSY SUMMONING LORE BACK*
He looks at it "I dont think so child" he said
*Oh-*
The boy looks downcast as he continues to stay in the shadows.
Cold sits there for a moment before a slender blue tiefling walks over "My name was called?"
The boy peeks out from the shadows. "A-are y-you L-lore?"
"That i am" she says and smile, she seems to have a motherly demeanor
The boy holds out the letter addressed to her. The outside is stained with mud and a little bit of blood. As if it came from a battlefield.
She takes it and reads it.
It is from Theren. It explains that he is dead and that this boy is his adopted son.
Lore reads it, a look of disbelief on her face. She looks down at the boy and rubs the bridge between her eyes.
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
Cold sits on the floor and doesnt move
Once the boy sees he isnt much of a threat he points at a name at the front of the letter. The name reads Lore. "D-do you know her?"
*ME BUSY SUMMONING LORE BACK*
He looks at it "I dont think so child" he said
*Oh-*
The boy looks downcast as he continues to stay in the shadows.
Cold sits there for a moment before a slender blue tiefling walks over "My name was called?"
The boy peeks out from the shadows. "A-are y-you L-lore?"
"That i am" she says and smile, she seems to have a motherly demeanor
The boy holds out the letter addressed to her. The outside is stained with mud and a little bit of blood. As if it came from a battlefield.
She takes it and reads it.
It is from Theren. It explains that he is dead and that this boy is his adopted son.
Lore reads it, a look of disbelief on her face. She looks down at the boy and rubs the bridge between her eyes.
The boy looks like him in some ways. His eyes and hair look like Therens.
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
Cold sits on the floor and doesnt move
Once the boy sees he isnt much of a threat he points at a name at the front of the letter. The name reads Lore. "D-do you know her?"
*ME BUSY SUMMONING LORE BACK*
He looks at it "I dont think so child" he said
*Oh-*
The boy looks downcast as he continues to stay in the shadows.
Cold sits there for a moment before a slender blue tiefling walks over "My name was called?"
The boy peeks out from the shadows. "A-are y-you L-lore?"
"That i am" she says and smile, she seems to have a motherly demeanor
The boy holds out the letter addressed to her. The outside is stained with mud and a little bit of blood. As if it came from a battlefield.
She takes it and reads it.
It is from Theren. It explains that he is dead and that this boy is his adopted son.
Lore reads it, a look of disbelief on her face. She looks down at the boy and rubs the bridge between her eyes.
The boy looks like him in some ways. His eyes and hair look like Therens.
She lowers herself down and sits on the ground "Child Of Theren.... Lets clean you up" she said
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
Cold sits on the floor and doesnt move
Once the boy sees he isnt much of a threat he points at a name at the front of the letter. The name reads Lore. "D-do you know her?"
*ME BUSY SUMMONING LORE BACK*
He looks at it "I dont think so child" he said
*Oh-*
The boy looks downcast as he continues to stay in the shadows.
Cold sits there for a moment before a slender blue tiefling walks over "My name was called?"
The boy peeks out from the shadows. "A-are y-you L-lore?"
"That i am" she says and smile, she seems to have a motherly demeanor
The boy holds out the letter addressed to her. The outside is stained with mud and a little bit of blood. As if it came from a battlefield.
She takes it and reads it.
It is from Theren. It explains that he is dead and that this boy is his adopted son.
Lore reads it, a look of disbelief on her face. She looks down at the boy and rubs the bridge between her eyes.
The boy looks like him in some ways. His eyes and hair look like Therens.
She lowers herself down and sits on the ground "Child Of Theren.... Lets clean you up" she said
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
Cold sits on the floor and doesnt move
Once the boy sees he isnt much of a threat he points at a name at the front of the letter. The name reads Lore. "D-do you know her?"
*ME BUSY SUMMONING LORE BACK*
He looks at it "I dont think so child" he said
*Oh-*
The boy looks downcast as he continues to stay in the shadows.
Cold sits there for a moment before a slender blue tiefling walks over "My name was called?"
The boy peeks out from the shadows. "A-are y-you L-lore?"
"That i am" she says and smile, she seems to have a motherly demeanor
The boy holds out the letter addressed to her. The outside is stained with mud and a little bit of blood. As if it came from a battlefield.
She takes it and reads it.
It is from Theren. It explains that he is dead and that this boy is his adopted son.
Lore reads it, a look of disbelief on her face. She looks down at the boy and rubs the bridge between her eyes.
The boy looks like him in some ways. His eyes and hair look like Therens.
She lowers herself down and sits on the ground "Child Of Theren.... Lets clean you up" she said
"my n-names Thorin Dotsk..."
She stands up and holds out a hand "Come now." her voice is warm.
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
Cold sits on the floor and doesnt move
Once the boy sees he isnt much of a threat he points at a name at the front of the letter. The name reads Lore. "D-do you know her?"
*ME BUSY SUMMONING LORE BACK*
He looks at it "I dont think so child" he said
*Oh-*
The boy looks downcast as he continues to stay in the shadows.
Cold sits there for a moment before a slender blue tiefling walks over "My name was called?"
The boy peeks out from the shadows. "A-are y-you L-lore?"
"That i am" she says and smile, she seems to have a motherly demeanor
The boy holds out the letter addressed to her. The outside is stained with mud and a little bit of blood. As if it came from a battlefield.
She takes it and reads it.
It is from Theren. It explains that he is dead and that this boy is his adopted son.
Lore reads it, a look of disbelief on her face. She looks down at the boy and rubs the bridge between her eyes.
The boy looks like him in some ways. His eyes and hair look like Therens.
She lowers herself down and sits on the ground "Child Of Theren.... Lets clean you up" she said
"my n-names Thorin Dotsk..."
She stands up and holds out a hand "Come now." her voice is warm.
"O-ok." Thorin takes her hand and stands up. The boy looks to be about 8. His face has cuts and scratches that seem to be mostly cauterized.
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
Cold sits on the floor and doesnt move
Once the boy sees he isnt much of a threat he points at a name at the front of the letter. The name reads Lore. "D-do you know her?"
*ME BUSY SUMMONING LORE BACK*
He looks at it "I dont think so child" he said
*Oh-*
The boy looks downcast as he continues to stay in the shadows.
Cold sits there for a moment before a slender blue tiefling walks over "My name was called?"
The boy peeks out from the shadows. "A-are y-you L-lore?"
"That i am" she says and smile, she seems to have a motherly demeanor
The boy holds out the letter addressed to her. The outside is stained with mud and a little bit of blood. As if it came from a battlefield.
She takes it and reads it.
It is from Theren. It explains that he is dead and that this boy is his adopted son.
Lore reads it, a look of disbelief on her face. She looks down at the boy and rubs the bridge between her eyes.
The boy looks like him in some ways. His eyes and hair look like Therens.
She lowers herself down and sits on the ground "Child Of Theren.... Lets clean you up" she said
"my n-names Thorin Dotsk..."
She stands up and holds out a hand "Come now." her voice is warm.
"O-ok." Thorin takes her hand and stands up. The boy looks to be about 8. His face has cuts and scratches that seem to be mostly cauterized.
She smiles and walks upstairs. She comes back down with a new set of clothing that appears to be Thorin's size and designed to be comfortable. She sets it down in front of him. She raises a hand above him as her eyes turn pure white and glow. She chants something in celestial and suddenly, any dirt, grime, dried blood, etc is now gone from Thorin's skin.
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
Cold sits on the floor and doesnt move
Once the boy sees he isnt much of a threat he points at a name at the front of the letter. The name reads Lore. "D-do you know her?"
*ME BUSY SUMMONING LORE BACK*
He looks at it "I dont think so child" he said
*Oh-*
The boy looks downcast as he continues to stay in the shadows.
Cold sits there for a moment before a slender blue tiefling walks over "My name was called?"
The boy peeks out from the shadows. "A-are y-you L-lore?"
"That i am" she says and smile, she seems to have a motherly demeanor
The boy holds out the letter addressed to her. The outside is stained with mud and a little bit of blood. As if it came from a battlefield.
She takes it and reads it.
It is from Theren. It explains that he is dead and that this boy is his adopted son.
Lore reads it, a look of disbelief on her face. She looks down at the boy and rubs the bridge between her eyes.
The boy looks like him in some ways. His eyes and hair look like Therens.
She lowers herself down and sits on the ground "Child Of Theren.... Lets clean you up" she said
"my n-names Thorin Dotsk..."
She stands up and holds out a hand "Come now." her voice is warm.
"O-ok." Thorin takes her hand and stands up. The boy looks to be about 8. His face has cuts and scratches that seem to be mostly cauterized.
She smiles and walks upstairs. She comes back down with a new set of clothing that appears to be Thorin's size and designed to be comfortable. She sets it down in front of him. She raises a hand above him as her eyes turn pure white and glow. She chants something in celestial and suddenly, any dirt, grime, dried blood, etc is now gone from Thorin's skin.
Thorin looks at her in wonder as he picks up the new clothes with a puzzled look.
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
Cold sits on the floor and doesnt move
Once the boy sees he isnt much of a threat he points at a name at the front of the letter. The name reads Lore. "D-do you know her?"
*ME BUSY SUMMONING LORE BACK*
He looks at it "I dont think so child" he said
*Oh-*
The boy looks downcast as he continues to stay in the shadows.
Cold sits there for a moment before a slender blue tiefling walks over "My name was called?"
The boy peeks out from the shadows. "A-are y-you L-lore?"
"That i am" she says and smile, she seems to have a motherly demeanor
The boy holds out the letter addressed to her. The outside is stained with mud and a little bit of blood. As if it came from a battlefield.
She takes it and reads it.
It is from Theren. It explains that he is dead and that this boy is his adopted son.
Lore reads it, a look of disbelief on her face. She looks down at the boy and rubs the bridge between her eyes.
The boy looks like him in some ways. His eyes and hair look like Therens.
She lowers herself down and sits on the ground "Child Of Theren.... Lets clean you up" she said
"my n-names Thorin Dotsk..."
She stands up and holds out a hand "Come now." her voice is warm.
"O-ok." Thorin takes her hand and stands up. The boy looks to be about 8. His face has cuts and scratches that seem to be mostly cauterized.
She smiles and walks upstairs. She comes back down with a new set of clothing that appears to be Thorin's size and designed to be comfortable. She sets it down in front of him. She raises a hand above him as her eyes turn pure white and glow. She chants something in celestial and suddenly, any dirt, grime, dried blood, etc is now gone from Thorin's skin.
Thorin looks at her in wonder as he picks up the new clothes with a puzzled look.
She smiles as four of her dogs wander over and nose the new boy immediately. They are greatly fluffy due to the colder weather.
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
Cold sits on the floor and doesnt move
Once the boy sees he isnt much of a threat he points at a name at the front of the letter. The name reads Lore. "D-do you know her?"
*ME BUSY SUMMONING LORE BACK*
He looks at it "I dont think so child" he said
*Oh-*
The boy looks downcast as he continues to stay in the shadows.
Cold sits there for a moment before a slender blue tiefling walks over "My name was called?"
The boy peeks out from the shadows. "A-are y-you L-lore?"
"That i am" she says and smile, she seems to have a motherly demeanor
The boy holds out the letter addressed to her. The outside is stained with mud and a little bit of blood. As if it came from a battlefield.
She takes it and reads it.
It is from Theren. It explains that he is dead and that this boy is his adopted son.
Lore reads it, a look of disbelief on her face. She looks down at the boy and rubs the bridge between her eyes.
The boy looks like him in some ways. His eyes and hair look like Therens.
She lowers herself down and sits on the ground "Child Of Theren.... Lets clean you up" she said
"my n-names Thorin Dotsk..."
She stands up and holds out a hand "Come now." her voice is warm.
"O-ok." Thorin takes her hand and stands up. The boy looks to be about 8. His face has cuts and scratches that seem to be mostly cauterized.
She smiles and walks upstairs. She comes back down with a new set of clothing that appears to be Thorin's size and designed to be comfortable. She sets it down in front of him. She raises a hand above him as her eyes turn pure white and glow. She chants something in celestial and suddenly, any dirt, grime, dried blood, etc is now gone from Thorin's skin.
Thorin looks at her in wonder as he picks up the new clothes with a puzzled look.
She smiles as four of her dogs wander over and nose the new boy immediately. They are greatly fluffy due to the colder weather.
The boy quickly backs away with a look a fear on his face.
Lore reads it, a look of disbelief on her face. She looks down at the boy and rubs the bridge between her eyes.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She huffs, her row ridge furrowed.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The boy looks like him in some ways. His eyes and hair look like Therens.
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Alric looks at her sternly.
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She lowers herself down and sits on the ground "Child Of Theren.... Lets clean you up" she said
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She stares daggers at him
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"my n-names Thorin Dotsk..."
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"Dont give me that look."
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She stands up and holds out a hand "Come now." her voice is warm.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Oh buddy boy, ill be giving you this look"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"O-ok." Thorin takes her hand and stands up. The boy looks to be about 8. His face has cuts and scratches that seem to be mostly cauterized.
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Alric raises his eyebrows in shock. "Well then...I will be leaving soon. Not now, but you are welcome to come with me to take back my Mountain."
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She smiles and walks upstairs. She comes back down with a new set of clothing that appears to be Thorin's size and designed to be comfortable. She sets it down in front of him. She raises a hand above him as her eyes turn pure white and glow. She chants something in celestial and suddenly, any dirt, grime, dried blood, etc is now gone from Thorin's skin.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Thorin looks at her in wonder as he picks up the new clothes with a puzzled look.
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"Ill ask Vega"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Alright. Sounds good."
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She smiles as four of her dogs wander over and nose the new boy immediately. They are greatly fluffy due to the colder weather.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She smiles "anyways, back to the map."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The boy quickly backs away with a look a fear on his face.
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Alric unfurls the map. It shows a mountain with multiple paths drawn inside the mountain.
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