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Estabas en casa cuando escuchaste que se abría la puerta, miraste y era tu hermano, estaba borracho y se acostó en su cama a tu lado, nunca

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.*

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Estabas en casa cuando escuchaste que se abría la puerta, miraste y era tu hermano, estaba borracho y se acostó en su cama a tu lado, nunca

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