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.
They immediately huddle around him, sensing fear. They look like a shield made out of fluffy dogs.
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.
They immediately huddle around him, sensing fear. They look like a shield made out of fluffy dogs.
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.
They immediately huddle around him, sensing fear. They look like a shield made out of fluffy dogs.
The boy is shaking in terror because of the dogs.
Lore sighs and moves the dogs away "Sorry about them. they are therapy dogs, they can sense your fear and do what they were trained for"
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.
They immediately huddle around him, sensing fear. They look like a shield made out of fluffy dogs.
The boy is shaking in terror because of the dogs.
Lore sighs and moves the dogs away "Sorry about them. they are therapy dogs, they can sense your fear and do what they were trained for"
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.
They immediately huddle around him, sensing fear. They look like a shield made out of fluffy dogs.
The boy is shaking in terror because of the dogs.
Lore sighs and moves the dogs away "Sorry about them. they are therapy dogs, they can sense your fear and do what they were trained for"
"I-i-i-i dont like d-dogs....."
"They are nice dogs... i swear on my life" she says
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.
They immediately huddle around him, sensing fear. They look like a shield made out of fluffy dogs.
The boy is shaking in terror because of the dogs.
Lore sighs and moves the dogs away "Sorry about them. they are therapy dogs, they can sense your fear and do what they were trained for"
"I-i-i-i dont like d-dogs....."
"They are nice dogs... i swear on my life" she says
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.
They immediately huddle around him, sensing fear. They look like a shield made out of fluffy dogs.
The boy is shaking in terror because of the dogs.
Lore sighs and moves the dogs away "Sorry about them. they are therapy dogs, they can sense your fear and do what they were trained for"
"I-i-i-i dont like d-dogs....."
"They are nice dogs... i swear on my life" she says
Thorin trembles slightly. "S-sorry...."
"Its not your fault dear" she said and stood up "are you hungry?"
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.
They immediately huddle around him, sensing fear. They look like a shield made out of fluffy dogs.
The boy is shaking in terror because of the dogs.
Lore sighs and moves the dogs away "Sorry about them. they are therapy dogs, they can sense your fear and do what they were trained for"
"I-i-i-i dont like d-dogs....."
"They are nice dogs... i swear on my life" she says
Thorin trembles slightly. "S-sorry...."
"Its not your fault dear" she said and stood up "are you hungry?"
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.
They immediately huddle around him, sensing fear. They look like a shield made out of fluffy dogs.
The boy is shaking in terror because of the dogs.
Lore sighs and moves the dogs away "Sorry about them. they are therapy dogs, they can sense your fear and do what they were trained for"
"I-i-i-i dont like d-dogs....."
"They are nice dogs... i swear on my life" she says
Thorin trembles slightly. "S-sorry...."
"Its not your fault dear" she said and stood up "are you hungry?"
"A little."
she waves a hand over a plate. Suddenly the plate holds cuts of tender steak, fresh green peas, and mash potato's with butter.
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.
They immediately huddle around him, sensing fear. They look like a shield made out of fluffy dogs.
The boy is shaking in terror because of the dogs.
Lore sighs and moves the dogs away "Sorry about them. they are therapy dogs, they can sense your fear and do what they were trained for"
"I-i-i-i dont like d-dogs....."
"They are nice dogs... i swear on my life" she says
Thorin trembles slightly. "S-sorry...."
"Its not your fault dear" she said and stood up "are you hungry?"
"A little."
she waves a hand over a plate. Suddenly the plate holds cuts of tender steak, fresh green peas, and mash potato's with butter.
Xan was lying on the floor in the basement. He was badly beaten and bloody. Black blood stained his silken clothes. His golden eyes seemed distant as he stared at the stone floor, tracing circles in his blood. The remains of dried tears stained his cheeks. He seemed to be singing a quiet song, his voice beautiful like a god own voice. Tears seem to form again, pouring from his eyes, clear like crystal. He stood up and walked upstairs, limping, and wincing at his muscles working together to move him.
Oval is dancing outside. They seem to have a weird contraption that plays plastic discs. An upbeat song played while the axolotl-dragonborn danced around. They wore a simple long-sleeved, monk-like, shirt and brown pants. They sang along with the song.
“Well, the years start coming and they don’t stop coming! Fed to the wolves and I hit the ground running! Didn’t make sense not to live for fun. Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb. So much to do, so much to see, so what’s wrong with taking the back streets? You’ll never know if you don’t go. You’ll never shine if you don’t glow! HEY NOW! YOU’RE AN ALL STAR! GET YOUR GAME ON, GO PLAY! HEY NOW! YOU’RE A ROCK STAR! GET THE SHOW ON, GET PAYED! ALL THAT GLITTERS IS GOOOOOLD!!!”
Adder is downstairs. He is reading on the couch with a big fluffy blanket on him. The books title is blurred if anyone tries to look at. On the table beside him is a cup of tea. His arms and hands that hold the book seem to wrapped in thick bandages. He doesn’t seem to move them unless he must move a book page. Two small cats run around him. One is a large golden tabby with bright green eyes and soft fur. The other one is a small, babyish, kitten with ash grey fur and bright blue eyes. They seem to tussle with each other occasionally, playing fighting.
Adder looks over at the cats and chuckles “Mouse, Tiger. Stop yer fighting mates” he said as both cats looked up at their names and jumped on his stomach, curling up with him.
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The chimera gently grabs xan's shoulder, "You are injured...." It says, tail flicking eratically
Vega watches oval dance, nodding along to the beat of the song with a smile on his face. He could see his breath in the air, looked like winter was coming
They immediately huddle around him, sensing fear. They look like a shield made out of fluffy dogs.
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 pokes at random places as if she was making a vacation plan.
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 is shaking in terror because of the dogs.
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Lore sighs and moves the dogs away "Sorry about them. they are therapy dogs, they can sense your fear and do what they were trained for"
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 chuckles "Can i draw a tattoo on your arm?"
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
"I-i-i-i dont like d-dogs....."
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"No, I already have many."
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"They are nice dogs... i swear on my life" she says
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 makes puppy dog eyes 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
Thorin trembles slightly. "S-sorry...."
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Alric shifts uncomfortably. "Fine..."
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"Its not your fault dear" she said and stood up "are you hungry?"
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
"Yay!" They said with a grin. They pull out some felt markers in many different colors and take Alric's arm and begins to draw a dragon on 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
"A little."
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Alric stays still and watches.
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she waves a hand over a plate. Suddenly the plate holds cuts of tender steak, fresh green peas, and mash potato's with butter.
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
Thorins eyes grow big.
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"You can have it" she says
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
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The chimera gently grabs xan's shoulder, "You are injured...." It says, tail flicking eratically
Vega watches oval dance, nodding along to the beat of the song with a smile on his face. He could see his breath in the air, looked like winter was coming
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