Catatus replies, "I do not doubt that my approach was unnoticed on my way from the Kitchen to the Baths. We Forest Walkers have a light step when walking. I did not mean to overhear you but as I passed, I could not but notice your emotions and your words to Boramir."
He shrugs and says, "Consider my passing fortuitous then, for I may be in a position to help and since you have requested it, I will do what I can to that end. Peace be on you, Leucippus. We will soon speak on this again, thinks I..."

Caratacus, having overheard the offer from his position stationed at the bar, looks in the direction of Sundirra and Thogeon, he raises his eyebrow and then speaks, addressing Thogeon, "I ask pardon for the interruption, my warrior friend, but did I just hear you offer the beautiful Elvin Lass a "Glass" of elvin wine? What pray, is this "Glass" that you speak of? It sounds as tho' tis a vessel of some sort, but I have only experienced the type of glass that is found on the side of volcanic mountains and although it is shiny and hard, it is also lumpish and black in color. I cannot imagine our Elvish Damsel friend wanting to drink such a fine spirit from such a material...surely the taste of the vintage would be ruined?"
The Druid spreads his hands out apologetically, then shugs as if mystified by his own question.

"Borimor A glass of elvin wine the lady and I'll have anouther brew"

*He joins Sundirra at her table*

"yes I unfortunately am constantly trying to figure out my past and have to meet some friends who may be able to help me. I can not remember anything about it and these constant nightmares I have don't help matters any"

Hmm. A dark glass vessel for drinking wine. Dear Druid it sounds rather romantic. What an idea you have had!

Interesting, you are the second soul I have spoken to in two days who spoke of being tormented by nightmares and now Morgan comes in having dreamt of mysterious rubies. Mayhaps there is some relationship developing here in all of this.

Interesting, you are the second soul I have spoken to in two days who spoke of being tormented by nightmares and now Morgan comes in having dreamt of mysterious rubies. Mayhaps there is some relationship developing here in all of this.

Morgan speaks to the beautiful elf,

"How would you know of my dreams? I did not mention them to anyone. What kind of magic do you have?

"The fashioning of such a vessel is what draws my interest, MiLady. As you may be aware, we Druids tend to prefer to work in either metal, stone, or clay or even wood, being the elemental people that we are. This talk of using a volcanic rock to fashion a drinking vessel intrigues me."

"Volcanic rock no. glass I don't know how it's made or where it comes from but it is good to hold wine in and to drink from"

Tell me about this forgetfulness. Do you continue to forget the past as new things come to be in the past? Or is it your younger years you have lost?

Morgan speaks to the beautiful elf,

"How would you know of my dreams? I did not mention them to anyone. What kind of magic do you have?

Well, if there are any to advise you it would be the Northern Dwarves. It is said they have fires hot enough to melt the hardest rock. I would be intrigued to drink from your vessel and taste what magic reformed dark volcanic glass.

"Think no more upon it, good Thogeon, it was merely an intellectual question. Those of my clan happen to be artisans among other things and are fascinated by fabrication techniques that we are not aware of or have yet to master."

"I remember nothing about my childhood or who my parents are. Nothing about how I was raised. I know how to fight to survive. I have been in so many battles I can not remember them all. Even In my dreams I am constantly battling demons of all forms. They are constantly haunting me. No matter how I try I can not get the nightmares to go away."

*Looks at Morgan wondering if she has the same dreadful nightmares.*

"Hello Morgan I am Thogeon. Its a pleasure to meet you."

Hello Thogeon. Very nice to meet you. You are having a memory problem too?

She wonders if he is human. He looks human. But around here, you can never be sure.

So, it is your early life you have lost. And now you fight to survive, you fight to remember and you fight to forget your dreams. It sounds like fighting has lost you your past for you and fighting keeps it from you.