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Praise be to Kols, may he keep me ever faithful.

Shimmon walks over and sits down by Magnus. My name is Shimon. I am a miner.

Shimon starts to tap on the table. A steady, rhythmic tapping, like the swinging of a pick.

I'd like someone to try and interact with Shimon. He is so quiet and unlikely to open up unless someone speaks to hm, so I need someone to "play off of" so to speak.

Shimon sits as in a reverie, close to the others, occasionally taking a few bites of his food or a swig of his ale. He didn't know the dwarf whose funeral this was very well. In fact, there were only a few he could say he knew more than passingly well, for he was a particularly taciturn and reserved dwarf, never exhibiting the boisterousness that some of his kin did. He did, however, help build Hraggir Skuldafn's tomb.

The stone, rock, the earth, it spoke to him, so he did not often feel the need to speak to others. The earth told him to dig, to unlock the secrets it hid and to delve structures into it's mass. Recently, however there was less and less call for such things. The dwarves of Highhelm had trouble enough hanging on to the parts of the Sky Citadel that they did. Expanding was seldom a priority. Except, of course, when some one needed a tomb. It was more than two decades ago that he was called upon to delve out a space for Hraggir's body to be laid to rest. He was just a young dwarf then, but already he heard the earth calling to him.

He and his fellow miners spent hours and hours working on the magnificent structure over months of time. But even with all that work, Shimon did not grow weary. Certainly his body tired of the work, but his spirit remained willing. Shaping the earth, bit by bit, swing by swing until finally it was formed into a suitable resting place for a dwarf of high stature. He would never forget it...

Names Shimon, Shimon the Digger.