I think he liked them well! And yes, I remember how one day he raised his fierce dark eyebrows at me and informed me that they were Khazad, not Naugrim. Of course he was right to say so.

[ Curuifn smiles, also remembering. He hasn't spoken with Caranthir since the day of their deaths, except in dreams, and in those strange dream-like places he calls the half-worlds. He hopes that wherever Caranthir is, he is with people he loves. ]

Yes, you're the bard. [ The smile becomes a grin. ] And I'm merely a forge master. Nevertheless, I count passion as the prime identifier of a great musician.