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"I am here, making conversation with the faerie dragons along my way into Fangorn to see the creatures there. I don't much like my own kind, or my closer kin either. I figure why not venture forth and find some new family, or at least friends, or less than that, gain some interesting stories," the dwarf said. Breena scrutinized him, dusting herself off and walking towards him. How strange, she thought, A dwarf who doesn't like dwarves.

"Breena eh? Cute name, suits a lovely thing such as yourself . . . Answer me this. You are a sub-species of faerie and elven blood. Or at least that's what I've gathered from my books. Moreover, can you understand the dragons? All dragons or perhaps just the flittery tongue of the Faerie dragons?"

"You talk a lot," Breena said, starting to circle the dwarf and poking him where she could reach, "A lost dwarf, wandering into Fangorn...I can understand the dragons, though not in the way that you might think. I understand their ways. I have watched the sky deities for years, so yes I understand them," Breena left the conversation at that.

"Now what can I do with a lost dwarf who is so willing to travel into Fangorn," Breena climbed back up onto the rock, "Do you know what happens to lost souls who travel to our land? Ever since the races began claiming territory, no one besides those who live there have been able to travel. Do you really think, just because you've come to hate your own kind that we'll accept you? Foolish, lost dwarf."