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Aslos walked in the Tavern brushing the dust off his silver coat. He looked around at the beautiful archetecture. Everything seemed so lovingly attended to that it was hard for him to imagine that sheer scale of labor involved in the construction of something like this. Ten patterns old now, it was high time he learned the ways of these educated folk. How could Aslan ever be glorified if his follower could not read his prayers or scribe a lasting education for his cubs. He had just entered Alleria Prime and was tired from the journey. The thinking of all this planning excited him and made him more weary in the same turn. taking further steps into the building he saw the Lady and Gnaome speaking. He heard the Gnome question his own ability with a weapon. While Aslos didn't feel compitent enough a Martial technician. He knew combat was the willingness to die if needs must. Though proud, Aslos knew he was in no position to act that way so humbly he approached the two,
"So sorry. I not want to distur- you."
He struggled through the words hoping he was making sense. wondering how other Dorin made these sounds at all.
"I also new here in," he tried to say Alleria Prime with a P but settled for, "...city"
"I not know your sweet sound tools, -ut I can work and fight and hunt well."
"You show Aslos City? Aslos work hard hard. no coin needed, just water and food."
His eyes glanced between the Elf and the Gnome, He wished he could remember there word for please!
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Honor is the way one exalts something or someone, including their lifestyle, themselves and especially their enemies. One cannot lift up what they do not appreciate, one can not appreciate without a measure of Love. One cannot honor anything, without Love.
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