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. There was
frantic activity, fireballs, and shouting from draconian ships at the
other end of the harbor, but their dock was practically deserted,
and no one was around to pay them any mind.
They slapped each other on the shoulders and Harum hurried
away into the fog. Sintk and William kept to the back lanes until
the Pig and Whistle hove into view. Sintk continued on to his
cobbler's shop.
Inside his inn, William ripped off his mask and tossed the cloth
onto a refuse barrel. He hung the sword and scabbard on a wood
peg on the wall. Breathing heavily from the night's activities,
William went behind the bar and poured himself a tall drink of
dwarf spirits.
William came to with a snorting noise. He was sitting on the
bartender's stool at his inn. His head ached, and pain was
beginning to move deep into his muscles. For an instant, William
thought he had caught a case of ague. His thick, short fingers
opened and the coin dropped on the bar. The metal was warm to
his touch.
What a wonderful dream, he thought. He had been so brave.
Sighing heavily, William decided to retire for the night. He
pocketed the coin and picked up an oil lamp with a low flame. He
yawned as he came around the bar.
Suddenly, a heavy pounding sounded on the front door of the
Pig and Whistle. "Open up in the name of the Highlord!" cried a
guttural voice.
Shrugging, William headed for the door. Then he stopped,
staring in horror
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