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“I can’t believe I am finally going home. It’s been so long,” said Yarlain.
Celadine gazed at the old dwarf. Her dirty, tattered dress billowed in the air. Her white hair whipped around her head, but her eyes were bright and her cheeks held a rosy glow. She pressed her hands over her heart and sighed.
“Yarlain, there is something I have to tell you,” said Celadine. Her tears were whipped away by the wind.
“It will be good to sit by the fire and listen to the little ones,” laughed Yarlain.
Celadine swallowed to hold back the sob that threatened to escape. “Busby Stoop is no more.”
The smile disappeared from the old dwarf’s face. “What do you mean?”
Celadine did her best to control her trembling lip, but it was impossible with images of her father in her head. “I-It was destroyed.
