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[staunchpride-blog]

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          Even the most endurable of dwarfs grow weary after a laborious day, and Thorin was no exception.  Working for man was no more satisfying than it was easy.  Nevertheless, he had to do what he could to get by, much like most of his people had to these days.

          The dwarf sighed, sitting down to finish the day with plenty of ale and warm food.  Absent-mindedly he stretched the aching joints and muscles of his arm, rolling his shoulders some.  He wasn't expecting company, nor did he particularly want it, so he couldn't help but act in the defense when he felt the hands upon his shoulders.  He stiffened and turned around."Who--"