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[h2][i]Blöthmerche Assiösales[/i]
[i][sub]Dörfen Warriör of Pathfünder[/sub][/i]

Within The Spillway, Finishing a prayer[/h2]

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[sub][i]"... Graces, Cayden."[/i][/sub]

Blöthmerche finished his prayer, hands rising from his book to study the pages with his sight rather than spirit. What better to do on a quiet voyage, than to read the scriptures which guided him in life? The Dorf flipped the page, knowing the words by heart, but still indulging in the explanations and images of his book. Memories of his youth flashed by as he recalled his original fascination with the pages; When his sheet was created, crafting him into the young man he was now...

Apparently the time for memories was over, however: A cough caught his attention, causing him to look up. His view covered by what sent him into alarm behind his mask; The Penja. While there weren't a lot of The Wal's tales passed through his Fort, traders had spoke of these warriors before. Even some Ancients had tales of their might; They were warriors to be respected for that alone. Having never interacted with one of these warriors, however, the young Dorf was uncertain of what was going to happen.

Her bow was then noted, calming his suspicions about the whole situation.

As she spoke, Blöthmerche more came into realization that his was a peaceful encounter: She seemed, in fact, interested in his choice of reading; And though it was the only book he ever read in his life [i][sub]Aside from the expansion logs recovered over the years[/sub][/i] He was happy to talk about it with someone of a seemingly respectable nature. 

"Greetings, benigh fighter." The Dorf greeted, closing his book and pushing himself up to a standing position. Though even then, the young man noticed a difference in their height. This was, of course, expected: He was quite a short one, even among his peers. The only way he saw to progress was to introduce himself to her, as well: "I am Blöthmerche Assiösales, Warrior of Fort Pathfünder. A love of tomes, as you speak, is common among my people. This tome, specifically." Lifting it lightly in front of his colorful plastic chest-plating, a few of his fingers brushed against the cover: It was fading, but on it read "Pa hf n der" as far as the common eye could see.

"This is a religious book of my people: The very foundations of my homestead were built upon these pages, allowing my ancestors to free themselves from the insanity of the Nevergrow to form a truer society." He seemed keen on giving an explanation, and truly he was: He never got to talk to people about his beliefs, this was a new experience for him and he wanted to reveal as much as her curiosity asked of him. He carefully opened the guidebook, fingers sliding through the pages as if he had knowledge of them without keenly observing. He had flipped through this book almost as often as he went to battle: He knew it well, and the noises of the pages skipping... He could follow them and find where he was with ease. A small talent, but extremely smart for a person of his department.

"It taught us the way the world used to be; How society was before things were just The Wal. There were trees; Roads of dirt, seas of water that'd make this Spillway look like nothing. Villages of wood and stone, people much different from you and I: Some tall and green, others small, and full of fur; Walking on two legs like we do. These fascinating times are lost to us, as are most of the creatures that the tome tells us existed. Now all I can trust in is the Deities; Why don't you take a look for yourself?"

There was plenty unsaid, but the Dorf did not want to just talk her ear off more than he already was; He had some semblance of self-awareness that allowed him to not make a complete ass out of himself, at least... Yet.

He pulled what looked to be a page of some sort out of the book, before offering the open tome to the Penja before him. While she could touch the book, he could not allow her to touch what he took: His Character Sheet. It was important to him not only has a memory of his past, but also as a guiding line for his future. 

The Penja would probably look over the book: The page he left it on was one of the stranger ones of the whole book: Talk of stats, modifiers, and bonuses to dice rolls. While she may see it differently, he saw those as defining traits of a person: And if questioned further, he would answer about them. He offered, however, a momentary respectful silence for the tall woman so she could browse the book for herself without his constant chatter and intervention.