Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141207183714/@comment-67.22.249.68-20141207223130

"Well, hello there Balgorod. It's very nice to make your acquaintance."

"Oh, you don't need to use that fancy talk with me!" Balgorod was short, even for a dwarf, but he was round and jovial. He looked a bit like a brown-haired, extra short Santa Claus if he was armed with throwing axes. "I'm a simple Dwarf, and fancy talk makes my head hurt. Now, let's be off! You seem like an interesting man, and I'm sure we'll be able to exchange stories along the way." Balgorod turned to a young looking dwarf. "I'll be seeing you, Glosur! Good luck healing that wound."

Eureka looked at the young Dwarf. This Glosur had experienced pain, and not just physical. His good nature took over, and Eureka walked over to him.

"Don't be scared. I'm going to heal you." Eureka set his odd-colored hands on the scar. His entire body began to glow a brilliant gold color. Those more senior Dwarves present knew they were witnessing the miracle of Elvish healing. When the light subsided, the cut had healed leaving naught but a scar. Eureka smiled at Glosur, then left with Balgorod.

"That was impressive." Balgorod said.

Eureka nodded. "I'm of Elvish origin, and thus I have Elvish powers." As they rounded a bend, Eureka took one last look at that Dwarven fortress. Somehow, he knew he would see that young Dwarf again.