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Farael thought to himself that Dwarves were loosing their sense of adventure, as he heard Fror talking. His trip to The Shire had been as nice and safe as ever, up until the time he happened to leave the group. Surely there would be someone with a sense of adventure in The Shire. He still remembered the tales he had been told about the brave Hobbits during The War and secretly, he was looking forward to meet one of those adventurous creatures. Still, he smiled at his companions "Well, I must admit that this is the first time I have traveled so far from home. I served in The King's Army for some time yet the farthest I went as a soldier was Rohan. My father's reputation kept me from going anywhere fun..." his voice trailed off as he became lost in his thoughts. "But here I am, far from home in this lovely country. I'm sure soon I'll meet a good hobbit and run off to have the best adventures of this time."
Farael caught a sideways glance from Ibun to Fror after his last comment. "I know you must be asked this a lot, but do you happen to know the Great Gimli? My father talked to him once, he always tells how marvelled he was as he never thought dwarves could be so smart!" He sudenly notices that his audience is composed of... dwarves. "But of course, now we all know better."
Blushing and biting his lower lip, Farael makes some silence and stares at his bowl.
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