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| Topic Started: Sun May 9, 2010 1:56 am (129 Views) | |
| Beaver | Sun May 9, 2010 1:56 am Post #1 |
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The Deep Cities were a mechanical and architectural (and likely magical) marvel. The lighting was somehow naturally filtered through a set of gigantic prisms and mirrors that the dwarves passed off as merely an "'old relic of some ancient king', now a real dwarf he or she" and so on and so forth. Nonetheless, their pride in their work was obvious. Beaver respected that. In fact, Beaver was exceedingly respectful to every single short statured person that he met - and perhaps this was why he was elected to deal with a situation that came up requiring tact. He tried to rationalize this on the way down. Perhaps it was, no it was Dammie's fault. He, being well acquainted with a lady capable of tearing him into very fine pieces with her bare hands and was nearly four foot something was naturally exceedingly polite and respectful to all the dwarves he encountered. It was instinctive. Been trained into him. His classmates were not all of this opinion. Thus he had to sort out a mess. Lovely, really. |
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