*A hooded dwarf quietly and slowly approaches the abode of the Poetr's in Haven just as darkness falls. He pulls a freshly picked lily out of a small box and places it on the doorstep. He rubs at his nose and voices something just above a whisper*
"Lady Tariana, a fella loike me do nah make friends easily. Ye always 'ad a koind word as well as an even temper. Oi will miss the balance ye brought to me world. 'elp Ben be da rock 'e do need ta be. Oi'm sorry Oi did nah make it to yer final farewell. Oi'm certain ye know it was nah fer a lack of respect. Oi just loike ta say goodbye in me own way."
*Upon hearing some shuffling of feet inside the home, the slumping dwarf pulls the hood tighter and drifts into the long shadows that fill the area. He doesn't look back as he walks to the road exiting the town.*
