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. Nowadays the
tavern was patronized by thieves, cut-throats, and troops from the
dragonarmy. It was also the favorite drinking spot for off-duty
hobgoblins, who stole supplies from the quartermaster and
exchanged the contraband for drinks.
"Why is Thomas being held prisoner?" William asked the
minotaur, who stood there, observing the scene with them.
"I told them the plan wouldn't work," sneered Harum. His bestial
face looked horrible in the shadowed light. "Thomas and the others
wanted to escape by sea. They paid a hobgoblin to steal a boat for
them to use at dawn. But hobgoblins are informers, and this one
was a low-life who plays everyone off the dragon-army. As soon
as the boat was launched, the hobgoblin made his report to the
draconians."
William protested. "But Thomas is an honest man. He is no
thief."
"He was on the boat," said the minotaur. "Likely he'll end up in
the dungeons with the others. The drag-onarmy can't allow people
to come and go as they please, without permission. Bad for their
reputation. Old Tom knew that." The minotaur made a clucking
sound with his tongue. "Thomas will be lucky to last a month in
that slime pit under the castle."
William shuddered. He had heard tales of the torture of
prisoners in the dungeon. Knowing Drago's cruelty as he did, he
didn't find the tales hard to believe. Poor Tom. He had always
been a good friend to everyone in Port Balifor
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