<b>Pegawen was reaching for the doorknob when it was yanked from her grasp. “Oh! Sorry. I didn't know … should you be up?” She studied Allassiel, her lips pursed.</b><br/><br/>“<b>Be at ease. I'm fine,” Allassiel assured her. “I doubt I'll fall with him here.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>True,” Pegawen admitted, eyeing Thorgan as he offered Allassiel his arm. At his offer, she nodded. “I'd like to see them.” She fell into step behind the two, listening as he pointed out different places in the fortress and extolled the workmanship of the dwarves. <br/>
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Occasionally, he'd get peppered with questions from one or both of them, and would slow down to expand on his short tour. <br/>
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By the time they'd gotten to the garden, Pegawen could imagine what the fortress had once looked like – filled with dwarves and humans, full of trade and soldiers drilling. It wasn't as grand, to her mind, as some of the dwarven fortresses back home; but, like all of them, it was finely crafted and made to last though just about anything. “You know, once we return home we should send word to the dwarves of ...” she started, then caught sight of the wealth of plants being tended by a pair of elves. She chirped, “I won't be long!” and raced down the path.</b><br/><br/>“<b>Well, we've got a while before she'll come out of there,” Allassiel chuckled, watching as Pegawen began poking around the different plants. “If there's anything she loves more than healing, it's gardens. She used to tend her own garden, back home. It was rather overgrown, but she knew where everything was and exactly what plant did what.” She paused and spotted a bench near a water fountain. “Shall we sit over there? It looks a nice spot.”</b>