We were now on the trail of the northern plains. We adopted the strange little boy because he had no where to go. It has been three days now since we lost a brave soldier— Xavier, but it felt like it was just yesterday. Nobody was happy about his painful departure. Even the dwarves had grown fond of him. A situation that seemed almost impossible as both parties seemed to have a faulty camaraderie to people outside their own race. It still marvelled me, the great things we had accomplished. How possible for a team of different races of beings, with different idealism, characters and preferences [with very few, if not, nothing in common] had managed to make it to this stage of an important mission. A mission on it's own which was obscured beyond comprehension, even mine— nonetheless we had f
