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The meal went on with one dish replacing another. The kitchen seemed to be teeming with a profusion of preparations that were either sizzling, stewing or bubbling happily away.
Tallich soon returned, his big outer coat hangig like some hulking beast in one of the far corners, and a pipe of silver and brass clutched in his hands.
“None of that before you’ve eaten, you pitting chimney”, Tallich grimaced before turning towards the kitchen, “Of course not, Brindla, my vein of gold“, he said chasened.
Once the last dish was cleared away and Brindla had given her disaprooving consent, Tallich pulled a glowing metal promg from amongst the coals, and lit the pipe, filling the room with a sweet, earthy scent, and even Angrond felt heady.