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Gazing around at the pieces of scenery, Arlon’s eyes begin to glaze over before he even registers what the man has said. Aware that the man may be staring at the young Dwarf as if he had brain damage, Arlon desperate tries to recall what was said to him, before hoping he had it right. “Aye it is a loveleh city, ah could name picture a better one meself. Ah’m just traveling’ actually, never really had a home and just wanted to see if anyone would let me listen to their stories. Ah really dunnae wish to be a bother though, its just those food stands, smell so good.” Only later would Arlon realize that once again he had overshared and let the greeter see past his mask and glimpse the deep loneliness inside. In the moment however, he was far too aware of his own grumbling stomach and could feel the weight of the three mina in his pocket- donated by a passerby who took pity on the hungry bearding. Arlon didn’t mind the pity, for it kept him alive and occasionally gave him interaction with others. It wasn’t truly what he desired though, and his eagerness to have real companions to talk and listen to often would spill over onto people likely only being polite- such as this poor greeter in question.
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Meandering through the plains of this land, a young Dwarf picked both his thoughts- and his own nose. Digging deep into the depths of his nose and brain, the young one was able to pull out a nugget of knowledge. Promptly flicking it into the nearby stream, he sat down to skip rocks across its surface. Reaching down and taking hold misshapen rock, he takes it between his thumb and forefinger, flicking it across the surface- it barely skips once. Disappointed in his efforts, the young Dwarf picks up a second rock, one far smoother, and once again flicks it across the surface. It skips, skips, and skips again before a small fish randomly jumps into it's path- disrupting the perfect throw. Grumbling under his breath, the Dwarf becomes discouraged- frustrated at how even perfection can be so disturbed by the randomness of the universe. Deciding the futility of such an exercise, he picks himself up and dusts off his light brown trousers- patting his own full arse more than a handful of times. Looking around after picking himself up, the young Dwarf notices a flock of birds flying above him. Spreading their wings wide, they soar freely through the bright sunshine- rising and dipping with the light breeze that ruffles his beard hairs. It is then that he knows his goals in life- and it is not something so foolish to live like those birds. Such free creatures served their purpose in the universe and were happy only because of their lack of understanding. Their happiness was effortless, and simple. He was determined to travel on and on, as far as he could in order to find happiness within his own way. Deciding to wade through the river he had just sat near, the young Dwarf plodded on through the meadow. Reaching a lightly forested area of the countryside, the young lad took out his smoked meat sandwich and slouched down next to one of those newfound trees. Sighing with satisfaction, he dug in and closed his eyes- enjoying the succulent taste of the meat grinding between his rotting teeth. Rotting teeth that had not seen a cleaning in years, wooden replacements were expensive for a wandering orphan. He knew little of his past, had scant experiences to remember of his own- but was desperate to create new ones in this vast growing land. He did hold one thing dear though, “Everyone likes to reminisce, but no one wants to listen, and everyone feels annoyed when someone else tells a story.” And Arlon, was ready to listen. (Just getting a feel for the server!)