On his way to World's End Gardìmn thought of his last few days in Borìn Fraethr. His decision had sent him on this journey, but he did not regret it.
The great hall was completely filled with dwarves, everyone was nicely dressed on this only day off in their year. The entire hall was brightly lit and in a festive mood. For today was a special day, the annual day of choice. Young dwarves that became 25 in the past year could choose to take in a tiny bit of Montis, the father. That way they would develop a stronger bond with their mining tools and the gems and noble irons they work on. But sometimes dwarves are interested in the outside world, adventure and finding more than rocks and shiny stuff. The perfect smooth walls of the great halls, the food and mead that were brought home by courier dwarves. Everything that was not made by what the dwarves found in the mountains was probably bought via trade, but most dwarves didn't leave the mountains in their life.Gardìmn was one of the dwarves that wanted to see more of the world, learn about the ways of the people, spread what he had learned up until then. His forging teacher was a very respectable dwarf and one of the best teachers in Borìn Fraethr. And he had always uttered Gardìmn to be very good at what he specialized in, but he knew that Gardìmn absolutely despised making other things.
Gardìmn was a goldsmith, he loved making the smallest but most intriguing pieces of jewelry and he performed this as an art.
He now looked up from his thoughts, he saw fireworks and heard all kinds of loud noises, and thought
'there is probably something important going on, I hope I won't miss it...'He took stronger grip of the small cart that he had been dragging along for his entire journey and fastened his pace.
All of the boys and girls, age 25, were standing in line awaiting for the oracle to call out their name and ask their answer on the greatest question of their lifes.
"I will gladly serve my lord and father Montis and I will present myself as a tool for his work might he need me" were the words that the guy he knew was called Androthin, said. Seconds later he felt warmth radiating off of him and sensed him fall to his knees.
"GARDÌMN, STEP FORWARD!" The oracle exclaimed, and Gardìmn did as he spoke. "WILL YOU, OR WILL YOU NOT PRESENT YOURSELF AS A TOOL FOR THE LORD?"
Gardìmn felt his heartrate rise, as he knew his decision and he was the first in line to say; 'I will not, for I wish to travel, explore and investigate the upper world, to see its beauty and feel its emotions.'
Thus the oracle walked over to him and asked: "Is this truely your wish?" 'Yes' he answered.
"THEN SO BE IT!" The oracle made it final by laying his hand upon Gardìmn's head and giving him the final blessing. While he felt the hand he saw images of a town located near a cliff, World's End. "Start your journey there!" he heard the deepest and most serious voice he had ever heard, say. And here he was, nearing the town full of people that would be filled with excitement over something he did not know about. But as something was happening he could probably show his artistry and maybe sell it.
He went here 3 days after the day of choice and he had brought all his tools and some small gems. A small bag of gold nuggets and 5 feet of the finest silver necklace-chain. He wanted to spread his art, maybe een teach people how to use their emotions to define their pieces as theirs.
He was close to the town now, he smelt a great fire and wondered if he could get something to drink somehere, along with some information about what was going on.
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Elsewhere in Travel's End, a young couple was having a disagreement in the sanctity of their home."Well, if you love that woman so much, why didn't you marry !?" the woman shouted."That's not what I said, my love. I only said that I respected her." the man tried to reason in vain."Well you might as well have!""But dear...""No! you're not getting in my bed tonight!" she screamed, picking up a pillow and a pair of breeches. "Find yourself another place to sleep.""But...""Maybe take you in. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"Opening a window, she threw the pillow out, followed quickly by the breeches. A moment later, a small clay flask of ale followed suit.What the woman didn't know was that the street outside wasn't empty.
When he turned a corner he almost got hit by a pillow and some breeches, he looked up to see a clay flask falling down as well..
'OI!! WATCH IT IN THERE!' He shouted at the window in indignation.