[ There was nothing like a Refuge Earthkin to help find precious stones, and that was what Thorin was here for. The way he saw it, he still had plenty to learn, and with a bit of luck he'd even have enough to sell some to what gold- and silversmiths there were in Union.
He sat over his drink accompanied by a (now sleepy, perfectly filthy) growlithe and an ever-watchful honedge. The way he saw it, there was no reason to comment on her age. Young people tended to work in Caldera, as apprentices or otherwise, and it was her own business what she drank and where. ]
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He sat over his drink accompanied by a (now sleepy, perfectly filthy) growlithe and an ever-watchful honedge. The way he saw it, there was no reason to comment on her age. Young people tended to work in Caldera, as apprentices or otherwise, and it was her own business what she drank and where. ]
The chanting gets old.