There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
the young dwarf prince took work where he could find it. laboring in the village of men, but always he remembered the mountain smoke beneath the moon.. the trees like torches blazing bright. for he had seen dragon fire in the sky and a city turned to ash. and he never forgave, and he never forgot.