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[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Here we have a dwarf, his labours finished for the day, his meal done with, and his beer before him. Alas, there were holes in his socks this morning. He is taking steps to compensate for that. While the primary crafts of the Dwarves are those of stone and metal, they have long been practical folk who cultivate other talents as well at need.

This is a long way of saying that Gimli is currently knitting a sock of eye-swimmingly intricate black, grey, and white wool on four extremely slender needles, the fifth flicking in and out as he works with dizzying speed.

We might note that he's also wearing his axe.

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[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

"Fair enough," Gimli says. "Aye, it happens. There are others here who have passed from their worlds forever, though you wouldn't know it to look at them."

[underdarkangel.livejournal.com]

Drizzt rises from the table and Guenhwyvar stands beside him.

"Forgive my haste in leaving Gimli son of Gloin but there is something I must look into on my world."

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Gimli nods. "But of course," he says. "Farewell, Master Drizzt. I expect I'll see you again."

[underdarkangel.livejournal.com]

"I truly hope so."

Drizzt salutes the dwarf and then sprints away with Guenhwyvar at his heels