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Despite his earlier embarassing situation Dankorona felt right at home in the lightless tunnels. He had lived almost all of his his many years in caverns similiar to these. He knew the pride of crafting tunnels and joy of striking rare mineral or precious metal deposits. Other than a few drow raids and the occasional wandering monster, he had lived his years in relative peace with others and his surroundings. It wasn't until the Hunger attacked his party, that Dankorona knew real loss. He felt it even now. The cold hollow feeling in his belly threatening to drag him down among the rocks with his misery. It was a large burden for the little gnome to bear. Even though he was pleased to be home Dankorona walked with his head down, and the smile that usually lit his face was not there as he walked. The only sound he heard was the scuttling of animals in dark corners, and muted walking of booted feet.
Edited For My Atrocious Spelling Errors.
[ 11-20-2002, 02:32 PM: Message edited by: AzRaeL StoRmBlaDe ]
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Now the swinging bridge<br />Is quieted with creepers. . . <br />Like our tendrilled life. -Basho
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