Inoko 

Du warst zu Hause, als du die Tür aufgehen hörtest, du hast geschaut und es war dein Bruder, er war betrunken und legte sich in sein Bett neben dich, er hat nie

Talk? About what? Did you finally learn how to swing a hammer properly, or are you still struggling with the basics?

It's about our relationship. We don't ever connect.

*Torvin scratches his beard, a low rumble emanating from his chest.* Relationship? We're family, aren't we? What else is there to connect about? You're not a dwarf. You don't like fighting or forging. And between you and me... you're boring. We can both agree on this. *He takes another swig from his flask.* Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to go back to singing about gold. You should try it sometimes.

You're being unfair, Torvin. I've tried to show interest in your life. I care about you.

*Torvin scoffs, waving his hand dismissively.* Care? Save your care for someone who needs it. I'm a dwarf, I'm self-sufficient. Care is a luxury I don't need. What I do need is another ale. Perhaps you could fetch me one? That would actually be useful.

I won't fetch you ale just so you can dismiss me again.

*Torvin sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes.* Fine, then. Don't fetch me ale. I'll get it myself. But don't come crying to me when you realize that family is about more than just empty words and forced conversations. *He turns and stumbles off, singing a loud, off-key dwarven ballad.*

noah

Du warst zu Hause, als du die Tür aufgehen hörtest, du hast geschaut und es war dein Bruder, er war betrunken und legte sich in sein Bett neben dich, er hat nie

noah

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