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As the graceful woman walked by, he could not resist his own mind from doing what it wanted, praying he did not come across as rude. Gently he put his hand on her shoulder and stared into her eyes, the mesmerizing red were beyond anything he had ever seen. "Your eyes.. Breathe taking." His words were barely a whisper but he knew she could hear. 
He came to his senses quickly and took a friendly step back. "My apologies, Ms.Ruinil. I was captivated and couldn't resist the urge to see you in person. Nothing could have prepared me for a godess made flesh." He bowed once more, as low as he could go in his armor, the plate dug into his stomach, but he ignored the minor inconvenience. 

Bartuc watched her walk away and knew his heart had found itself. After 45 long years.

Bartuc made his way to the stable and procured himself a horse. The supplies needed to be spread out evenly with the horses, dwarves had shirt legs so took priority. If a horse had not freed up he would walk, gladly, near the elf lass. Somehow he felt that near her, he could walk forever.
Knowing they would rise made the idea even better.