Chapter 3.5 Calm Time

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(This one was flat out lazy. Most of the extra chapters are.)

"Cheers!" Everyone in the dwarven occupied mountain said in jubilation and then chugged down their drinks. Oznerol chugged down a very large dwarven mug of apple juice (Seriously. It was bigger than Blader and almost entirely full. But Oznerol managed to keep a drop from spilling anywhere.) Stella shot 12 shot glasses of Mountain Dew into her mouth, Lightning Heart lapped at a dog dish of milk (She became a dog once again,) Gene drank a glass of wine, Naunia got a strange drink smelled like fish heads, Blader chugged down a HUGE glass of the dwarves' legendary mead (Said to be more alcoholic than even Pepsi) and got slightly drunk, which astounded Oznerol and Naunia, they had never actually seen him drunk. He was basically the same except he occasionally had problems with remembering what he was doing. Everyone was having fun and the party got dwarven crafted pickaxes and were given the title of "Honorary Dwarves".  Eventually they all went down into the mine and began mining for the fun of it. Eventually Blader got everyone into a beat of mining, and Oznerol even got them singing the dwarven national anthem.

"Brothers of the mine rejoice!

Swing, swing, swing with me

Raise your pick and raise your voice!

Sing, sing, sing with me

Down and down into the deep,

Who knows what we'll find beneath?

Diamonds, rubies, gold and more

Hidden in the mountain store.

Born underground, suckled from a teat of stone.

Raised in the dark, the safety of our mountain home.

Skin made of iron, steel in our bones,

To dig and dig makes us free!

Come on brothers sing with me!

I am a dwarf and I'm digging a hole

Diggy diggy hole, diggy diggy hole

I am a dwarf and I'm digging a hole

Diggy diggy hole, digging a hole!

The sunlight will not reach this low

Deep, deep in the mine

Never seen the blue moon glow

Dwarves won't fly so high

Fill a glass and down some mead!

Stuff your bellies at the feast!

Stumble home and fall asleep

Dreaming in our mountain keep

Born underground, grown inside a rocky womb

The earth is our cradle; the mountain shall become our tomb

Face us on the battlefield; you will meet your doom

We do not fear what lies beneath

We can never dig too deep

I am a dwarf and I'm digging a hole

Diggy diggy hole, diggy diggy hole

I am a dwarf and I'm digging a hole

Diggy diggy hole, digging a hole!

I am a dwarf and I'm digging a hole

Diggy diggy hole, diggy diggy hole

I am a dwarf and I'm digging a hole

Diggy diggy hole, digging a hole!"

At this point no one song for a period of time. Instruments played thanks to Oznerol's Warlock prowess. Then Blader started them up again.

"Born underground, suckled from a teat of stone

Raised in the dark, the safety of our mountain home

Skin made of iron, steel in our bones

To dig and dig makes us free

Come on brothers sing with me!

I am a dwarf and I'm digging a hole

Diggy diggy hole, diggy diggy hole

I am a dwarf and I'm digging a hole

Diggy diggy hole, digging a hole!

I am a dwarf and I'm digging a hole

Diggy diggy hole, diggy diggy hole

I am a dwarf and I'm digging a hole

Diggy diggy hole, digging a hole!"

They all moved out of the mine at that point, having gotten bored digging and they began conversing with each other. Blader began talking to the mayor, and they were having a great time.

"So Blader, you come from Staadsvar?" "Yeah, but me and my party are adventurers." "Well, you know I originally came from Sevardenim." "Really? So we're both from legendary places." "Yeah, I guess we are." Everyone continued talking... Until about half the bar collapsed, asleep on the floor. The atmosphere got quite calm and everyone began to feel the warmth of the fireplace in the mountain relaxing them. Everyone began sleeping, including even Blader. They had had their fun, and it was time for rest. The place was secure and everyone inside was sleeping, so their was no threat of stealing. Everyone had calm dreams, Naunia dreaming of lying in a field, Gene dreamed of living out in a forest, Blader had one of his recurring dreams about being a pitch black crow gliding easily through the air. Everyone was happy and calm. So calm.

Calm time.

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