Well, I could explode a chantry. [This said in tones of I could go for a sandwich, with teasing evident. He's not a big fan of chantries, it is a fact known.] ...But, it's probably not worth the trouble.
[To put it mildly.]
...Well... Alright, let me think. What kind of legend?
[Wait wait, he has a good one.]
Long ago, when the world was new, Dirth'amen wished to keep his secrets apart from the People, because they were all yet as young as babes in arms, and he knew none he could trust. So he went into the forest and told his secrets in parts to the animals there, like burying a treasure where no one could find it. He whispered small secrets to the birds, told larger ones to the hares, still larger to the foxes, and the biggest secrets he gave to the bears, and then he went away again.
But while Dirth'amen was away, the birds traded all their secrets to the dwarves in exchange for gold and gems, and the hares shouted their secrets to the treetops, so that they were spoilt. The Foxes were more cunning, and went to Andruil to trade what they knew for wings that they might fly. Only the bears kept their secrets, and slept with them held close in the caverns all through the winter.
When Dirt'amen returned, he saw what had been done and was very angry. He snatched the wings from all the foxes, silenced the voices of every hare, and made every bird a pauper. But the bears he honored, because they had been steadfast, and gave them the gift of great strength to match their great size. If you kill a bear, you must pray to Dirth'amen, because its strength is holy, and it still knows those old secrets, kept safe in the dark.
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[To put it mildly.]
...Well... Alright, let me think. What kind of legend?
[Wait wait, he has a good one.]
Long ago, when the world was new, Dirth'amen wished to keep his secrets apart from the People, because they were all yet as young as babes in arms, and he knew none he could trust. So he went into the forest and told his secrets in parts to the animals there, like burying a treasure where no one could find it. He whispered small secrets to the birds, told larger ones to the hares, still larger to the foxes, and the biggest secrets he gave to the bears, and then he went away again.
But while Dirth'amen was away, the birds traded all their secrets to the dwarves in exchange for gold and gems, and the hares shouted their secrets to the treetops, so that they were spoilt. The Foxes were more cunning, and went to Andruil to trade what they knew for wings that they might fly. Only the bears kept their secrets, and slept with them held close in the caverns all through the winter.
When Dirt'amen returned, he saw what had been done and was very angry. He snatched the wings from all the foxes, silenced the voices of every hare, and made every bird a pauper. But the bears he honored, because they had been steadfast, and gave them the gift of great strength to match their great size. If you kill a bear, you must pray to Dirth'amen, because its strength is holy, and it still knows those old secrets, kept safe in the dark.