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Fenwick was taken about at the ferocity of the pointy ears words, so much so he went to grab his axe from where it was strapped across his back. I would never do to be spoken to by pointy ears like that. His next words though had Fenwick pause a look crossing his face; he had lost a brother who was defending Zerdargia during the war? Perhaps he was being a bit hasty in his assessment of the elf’s arrival.
”Well now no need to get all high and mighty now is there. You have to remember that relations between elves and dwarves are a bit strained like since it was an elf that started it all.
Still I’m sorry about your brother. There were lot’s of good folk lost during the battle.” he said taking a cursory glance at the scroll the elf proffered for his perusal. His grasp of the written word was not that good but he wasn’t about to say so.
Moving aside he gave the elf the directions to the B&D Anvil and waved him on through the gates.
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