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At times the sky will lay down her clouds on the steppe and in that fog it is as if all the parts of Manzasiri have been rejoined. When alone on those blanketed fields you can not tell sun from sky or sky from ground. With out the sight of a familiar shape to check one's intuition getting lost becomes certainty. The oppressive ignorance that is forced upon men and women by those fogs has drowned intellects and driven the poor wanders mad. Botari was like that now in her yurt. All the faces before might her as well have been the same face, because she knew none of them. She felt no association with any item around her, not the emblems on the post nor the blankets around her body. But then her eyes fell upon a hawk nosed man in that group, and it was if the brume parted just enough to make out a land mark. Many caught on the steppe during those murky grey days have been lead home by even the smallest piece of familiarity; a hoof print, a wagon track, the shadow of a distant peak or even the cries of a unseen herd. Ask any one who has found their way out of those obfuscating directionless fogs, and they will tell you that they studied every grain or hair of their salvational land mark. A pile of familiar goat dung can be beautiful, and thus it was now with Botari. She felt compelled to soak in every detail about this man. Her eyes roamed hungrily over his bushy eyebrows, his odd-coloured eyes- the left one was brown while the other a lighter amber colour, his straight nose that was like the spine of a mountain, his smiling lips that naturally curl upwards.
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As a member in good standing of the Dwarven Guild I would like to lodge a formal complaint. I would like the word "enslaved" or any reference to slavery removed from any and all descriptions of the Dwarven Civic Improvement Projects which were wisely and judiciously implemented by the benevolent priests of Verdenkrav. Furthermore, we require, under threat of litigation, that these slanderous and ethniclly biased descriptions of the Holy Verdenkrav be stricken from the record. Verdenkrav's noble sacrifice shall not be characterized as foolish, impatient or accidental. It was rather a passing of a baton from a proud father to his worthy children. Finally, while we have nothing but respect for our human cousins, we find the characterization of Cronepheros as an angel of Verdenkrav miss leading. True, they may have once been associated via a few minor projects, but by the time Cronepheros sought to inflict humans upon the world Verdenkrav and Cronepheros had long since severed their relationship. We find troubling any suggestion that a dwarven god was responsible for the human situation.