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"Pardon me," growled the minotaur. He handed the coin to
William, walked over, and grabbed a half-elf by the neck and
trousers. He heaved the elf against a wall of the tavern. Then,
Harum grasped the end of a beard and propelled a screaming
dwarf into the wall.
William's terror was mixed with awe of Harum.
"Let's get out of here," he said in a quavering voice. "You go"
The dwarf was rubbing his hands in glee. "I've never been to a
wall-banging before." Sintk dashed into the fight. William
pocketed the coin and dashed for the door.
William was sitting behind the bar of the Pig and Whistle. He
had been alone most of the evening, turning the coin over and over
in his hand. He was thinking about Old Tom the tailor, and how
peaceful and carefree life had been before the draconians had over-
run Port Balifor. The coin shone in the lamplight as William
pondered it. It IS an unusual and beautiful coin after all, thought
William.
"William . . . come quickly!"
The voice was a whispered hiss followed by a light, discreet
knocking on the back door of the inn.
He got off his bartender's stool, picked up an oil lamp, and
walked to the back of the inn. He unfastened the latch on the door,
opened it, and noticed shadowy forms in the gloomy darkness.
William stepped back as Sintk and Harum El-Halop entered the
room. They stank of too much ale.
"We're going to rescue Tom," said Sintk with unaccustomed
fervor
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