A short while later there was a startled shout from Smiles, and Fiddler turned, in time to see two figures stride out from a warren. Despite everything, he found himself grinning. Old friends, he realized, were getting harder to find. Still, he knew them, and they were his brothers. Mortal souls of Raraku. Raraku, the land that had bound them together. Bound them all, as was now clear, beyond even death. Fiddler was unmindful of how it looked, of what the others thought, upon seeing the three men close to a single embrace.
