[color=8882be][i]Harvey Klossner sit and pay close heed to the dwarf's words. The one thing he liked most about dwarves was that as a whole, they tended to only say what needed to be said; which in turn meant that anything they said was worth hearing at least once. Harvey's face fell somewhat when he heard that Urenda was the only hope in the land for tens of miles around at least. He knew that mean there was going to be a great struggle over Urenda and it was likely to come soon. He'd seen it before several times and heard of it hundreds of times. A refuge is established, and grows in fame, giving hope to the land and its inhabitants, until the evil gods heard of it and unleashed some new horror or flood of demons to crush it. Harvey resisted the urge to curse them, knowing that a curse was just as likely to draw their attention as a prayer these days. Harvey returned his attention to the words of the dwarf, as he spoke of the glory of days long gone and ill remembered. He realized this dwarf had probably been alive during the first descent, and the subsequent ones as well obviously. Harvey had been born after the decent, so he had never known anything else, but now he wondered what life had been like before the gods fell to ruin.

Harvey nodded in affirmation as the dwarf asked the lady's name, and smiled. Harvey liked that name, he really thought it a beautiful name and wondered how the goddess had come by it. He was eager to know how he could be of service to the dwarf, happy to have some way to make a contribution to the weary traveler. He wasn't expecting what came next, and was uncertain how to respond to the dwarfs admission. Harvey was aware that those two sentences were all the history he would ever need to know about the dwarf before him to know his guiding purpose, or at the very least have an educated guess of them. Then the dwarf voiced many familiar questions, questions Harvey had been wrestling with himself over for most of his life, though much more frequently and earnestly of late. He had not voiced these questions to Elanom because it seemed... out of place, just like asking a woman's age or asking a cripple how they lost the use of their limb. But he was running out of time, he needed answers, and apparently he wasn't the only one looking. Plus, now if the anyone said he was being a bit too invasive he could honestly say he was asking only to better serve a survivor of the descents. 

The dwarf broke off his line of questioning shortly after a small coughing fit over took him. Harvey's sharp ears noticed a slight difference between it and the sounds he heard throughout the day in the medical wards. This wasn't the blight, so naturally Harvey wanted to inquire as to the dwarf's condition and it's cause, though he was cut off before he could even begin as the dwarf rose and excused himself. Harvey rose with him, and was pleased when the dwarf finally introduced himself, though he wouldn't have said anything about it if the dwarf hadn't. He shook his hand, as firmly as he could, though his hands were used to the precise work of a healer so he his hand was easily dwarfed by Orodyuke's and just as easily crushed in its grip. Harvey smiled once more, though wearily, as he bid Orodyuke a good night.[/i][/color]

[color=598527]Nay, forgive me for keeping you from your rest Master Equites. Have a care to whom you throw your service Master, or you may find yourself being called upon more often than you like in these trying times. Again the Lady's blessing and a good night's rest to you.[/color]

[color=8882be][i]Harvey made his way to the bartender and made arrangements to have fresh bedding and sheets delivered to Master Equites' room. It wasn't much, but it was something Harvey was sure would be greatly appreciated after a long and tiresome journey. Harvey surveyed the room once more, taking in all the new faces. They just kept coming, a few here, a lone wanderer there, all humming the same tune, though with slightly different lyrics from person to person. All were weary, all needed hope, all thought they might find it here. Harvey prayed to the Lady that they had not been led astray in their desperate search for hope. He even prayed that they be given some small token of joy if it were at all possible. Harvey noticed that it was about time to lead the evening service for Elanom in the chapel next door and sighed before making his way to the tavern door. He was grateful to the priests of Relanthon for their generosity in sharing their place of worship with him and the handful of others in Urenda who followed the Lady of the Night. He had questions to ask and little enough offering to give, though he would not hold back any of what he had. He needed to know if he had any hope and not just because Orodyuke had asked the questions that burned so brightly within himself.[/i][/color]