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"Look here imp," the dwarf stated looking down Breena. The imp puffed her chest out at being addressed so, "I don't much care for being pummeled with mud. Now, would you mind terribly if we tried this again?" the dwarf wiped the mud from his arms and his clothing, "My name is Torven. Just who might ye be?"

Breena cleared her throat and gave a grand bow as was costumed when introducing yourself for an imp, "You can call me Breena, just for the sake of never calling me imp again; and trust me Torven no one likes to get pummeled by mud," with that she gave another smirk.

"Can I ask what are you doing so close to Fangorn? Nobody other than those who live there visit...nobody who's smart that is," Breena said. She crossed her arm and squinted her black eyes at him.

She suddenly felt a nudge behind her, when she turned around she saw Ninar, his wing rippling as he floated behind her. "What is it?" Breena asked. Ninar just stared at her for a minute then stared at back at her, all the while making more urgent singing. Breena's strong and commanding stance suddenly faded into one of defeat. "Sorry...I know...I know," she rubbed under his chin the way he liked, "Thank you dear Ninar." The dragon smiled and gave a chirp before flying off to the rest of the faerie dragons.

"Now my question, what are you doing in the glen?"