Strong temptation lay before the wizard. [color=0072bc]”We do fish, Thurin...”[/color] said Ofnir. [color=0072bc]”But with some of those mushrooms your friend has brought, one could do many, many other things. You wouldn't need music, trust me.”[/color] He observed the contents of the bag, nervously chewing on his pipe and licking his lips in between each puff. [color=0072bc]”Arh, toss them away! Leave those white ones, save them for later. The rest I can't let you eat.”[/color] 

Annoyed, he left them to their meal, trying to enjoy the music. He'd missed the gentle music of the elves, he realised. He didn't know it until he returned. The eastern tunes he was exposed to became too monotonous for him, and only made him uneasy in the recent years of his travels. Now he was blessed by elvish minstrelsy once more, and it seemed to help with his cravings. And there were no snakes rising to the pipe sounds around his legs either. 
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”And that was a good question, Vamyr. About weaponry.”[/color] He raised his hand above his eyes to shield them from the sun and looked towards the shapes of the mountains in the distance, barely visible through the stark trees. The spot that stole his attention the most was a green oasis like meadow down there between them and the roots of the hills, a spot famous for its so-called immortal flora, which remained as green in the winter as it was in summer. The war pond there provided fish for their breakfast, and surely would do the same later that day, for some other meal. [color=0072bc]”I've heard a story, ere you came to join me, in the tavern. There's a mighty beast lurking this region: a gigantic albino she-bear, whiter than the first snow, twice as large as the largest bear you've ever seen, or so they say. Almost humanly vindictive, vicious, an eerie ghost presence of the forest to scare the children with. Once a beautiful, innocent spirit of the woods turned into an animal by a man who'd tricked her and stole her gems of potency, according to the folk tales. Now she's bloodthirsty and seeks vengeance for her stolen bliss.”[/color]

He returned and sat down with them, spoke to them through the smoke and odor of fish: [color=0072bc]”Careful, is what I am saying. There's a grain of truth in legends.”[/color] He looked at Calariel and Aelin, making sure they heard him. [color=0072bc]”Of course, we can always leave the little one as a sacrifice!”[/color] he said and looked at the hobbit-friend, smiling. He chuckled, stirred the dying coals of the fire with his foot and rose, rubbing his dirtied hands on his robes. [color=0072bc]”Well, I hope you won't take long. We've got to move quickly. Eat up now, and get ready to move.”[/color]