"The folks o' Termalaine well tell ye theirs is the loveliest part o' Ten-Towns, an' I reckon they've got the right of it. They'd rather stay shut up behind their walls than admit they need help from anyone. "The folks in Targos are as hard-headed as they trout in their lake. After the third day, I got the sense they were right." After the first day, I got the sense they thought it best for me to leave. Keep to 'emselves, and seem to like it that way. "They're an odd lot, the folks o' Dougan's Hole.
If ye fall in the lake, you've gone too far." "Cut south off the Eastway after the trees thin out, an' keep walking 'til ye hear the buzzin' o' bees. Every time they fought, I'd be havin' to go an' comfort one or th' other of 'em. Too busy fightin' over their differences to realize how much they got in common. Funny thing was, they were exactly alike! That's Caer-Konig and Caer-Dinerval to a tee. Couldn't stand each other, and always fightin'. "I remember a pair of dwarf lasses in Mirabar - sisters, they were.
A little pride is well an' good, but never will I understand the vanity o' men!" "When last I visitied Caer-Dinerval, I found the town speaker livin' in an old fort at the top o' the road, perched up there like a lord in 'is castle. Now look at the place! Seems like ye can't turn around without trippin' over a new bunch o' buildings, and the town just keeps getting bigger - along with me profits." "I remember when the Eastway was naught but a couple o' ruts in the mud leadin' to some shanties on the south side o' the lac.
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