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"Deidre did face scrutiny, this is true," Adelaide's face softens, "But a great deal of her trials were, as I remember them, self-imposed.  She was not rejected by her people.  She was a beloved champion.  A gem to her father."

She gives a shallow, soft sigh as she sets her goblet down. "Good King Bale and she were very close.  He mourned her passing like few would.  It was a resplendent funeral, really.  Nearly two million Dwarves, and not a single one uttered a word, from the leaving of her crystal casket from the Fatherhalls, to the long journey South to the Hrung.  Sweet Leontyne even stayed the storms that threatened, using her magic to keep the procession dry.  Not a single one of the precious dears found as much as a single drop on them." She folds her hands, her eyes shifting away as she remembers the day.