| rdfs:comment | - Zôrn the Briar-crowned left Tumunamahal in his uncle's footsteps with no regret. Love of willow trees, rose vines, sage grass,and all the Olvar filled his heart instead of the more usual Dwarven appreciation for marble, quartz, gold trinkets, and weaponry of true-silver. The stone magnificence of the city seemed more like a prison, and Zôrn embraced life in the wilds with eagerness and delight. His sister Thîst shared his interests, and often they would walk together, gathering herb bouquets, chains of flowers, and grass-woven wreaths. Among the outlaws who later came to Nulukizzdin, there grew a subtle acceptance and affection for Zôrn's peculiarities.
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| abstract | - Zôrn the Briar-crowned left Tumunamahal in his uncle's footsteps with no regret. Love of willow trees, rose vines, sage grass,and all the Olvar filled his heart instead of the more usual Dwarven appreciation for marble, quartz, gold trinkets, and weaponry of true-silver. The stone magnificence of the city seemed more like a prison, and Zôrn embraced life in the wilds with eagerness and delight. His sister Thîst shared his interests, and often they would walk together, gathering herb bouquets, chains of flowers, and grass-woven wreaths. Among the outlaws who later came to Nulukizzdin, there grew a subtle acceptance and affection for Zôrn's peculiarities.
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