Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
"Nothing personal. They just didn't like people showing up where they live mid-war."
"They had signs. They've taken them down now and auctioned them off as souvenirs."
"Whether Dwarves can be resurrected in some fashion is another thing you should check."
"Aulë'll be delighted if it can be done, and it wouldn't be very many of them, they're careful, dozens not hundreds."
"Our Dwarves die of old age. Or did, they might be gone now."
"Okay, I'm just going to pass around this list and everyone can write down anyone you want me to attempt to resurrect."
Well. One of the kids decided to be a human. Also Annie had parents, far away and long ago.
Mirelótë once looked at a memorial with all the dead Dwarves listed, here they are.
"I had a twin brother but he's, y'know, probably fine, haven't been able to get a scry on him yet."
Everyone dead Cam knows is doing okay one way or another except: "You probably can't do Maiar, right?"
"They don't have bodies per se. They have locations in which they can perform various operations of matter manipulation which can but doesn't always include operating a body."
"I would not expect True Resurrection to do anything for that sort of being."
"A lot of people have died where I am from but I do not know their names!"