ᴇᴄʜᴏᴇs ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʟᴏɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀɢʀᴏᴡɴ

[wolfchild]

Room Filter;
[ Arya has a pile of clothes on the floor. One by one, she cuts and rips them. Miraculously, not a single dress has fallen victim. That honor fell upon a grey robe of rough spun wool and a fine page's outfit, which bears on its breast the flayed man of Bolton. The flayed man is the first thing she cuts. ]

Friends;
Who's still here?

Rabbit;
Do you have more of those chocolate eggs?

Frodo;
[ She has the ghosts return his cloak to him. ]

You ought have your cloak back.

Zelos;
[ S'up Zelos. This is a home invasion. And by home invasion I mean she's standing on the sidewalk in front of the house long after night fell. ]

Wake up, stupid!

Comments

[wolfchild]

You put your dwarfs underground?

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Oh no, we do nothing to them. They prefer to make their homes in mountains and beneath the ground. They are miners and craftsman, crafting their home within the mountain rather than harvesting materials outside of their realm.

[wolfchild]

And they live alone with no men-grown or elves?

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

For the most part, yes, they do. They do welcome guests though. I was often a guest to Gimli, son of Gloin and Lord of the Glittering Caves.