Steel planted his feet firmly in the sand as he let the famed Dragons Bay Sunset wash over him, almost softening his mood. He had arrived right on time and found himself standing among hundreds if not thousands of mourners—all here for the Dwarven Funerals.
A haunting, heart-rending melody floated through the air, a song from one of the dwarves—such big music from a small lady. He smiled as his eyes drifted to two familiar figures standing near the tiny songbird, arms entwined. Sam and Lillyanne. They were standing in front of the funeral rafts of the departed, the Osder. The Osder were now almost completely buried under a sea of brightly coloured Fire Daisys.
Steel breathed in deeply as the sweet smell of the Daisys invaded his nostrils. These flowers, prized for their perfume, he knew
