Thundir, a dwarf of average height, sitting outside against one of the buildings, quietly hums a lilting tune, yet his eyes betray a different demeanor. He can't seem to convince himself, he, the ever cheery, of hope in this day and age. Overlooking the carnage, he looks for signs of forgiveness within the God's ordeal, yet he finds none. Even the silence is temporary, an intermission of soundless armistice in this war against Gobaith, no signs of peace in silence's usual use in meditation and reflection.
Looking down at the hammer attached to his belt, stops his humming, a tear from his eye. He remembers a lament he heard when running from Silverbrand, whom uttered it he doesn't remember. In a hoarse voice he begins to chant:
"The Gods, The Five, what are they to do
Against malice, and greed, and dimwitted mind
Against heresy, defiance and carelessness
The Five, our Gods, what are they to do
A reckoning devised for Gobaith
By Eldan, over the loss of mind
By Brágon, over the loss of passion
By Ushara, over the loss of charity
By Tanora, over the loss of inner beauty
By Findari, over the loss of knowledge
The Five, by the Gods, what have they done!
Against peace, and charity, and clever mind!
Against devotion, loyalty and ambition!
The Five, my Gods, what have you done!"
He sighs from the emotion evoked by the lament, his eyes tearing up completely now. How could they? What sin am I being punished for?
Turning his gaze toward the empty harbor now, his lament drags on his mind. The Gods did not even allow me salvation.