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. Naturally, this startling silence caused everyone in the
common room of the inn to turn and stare at them,
including the three young men.
"Now you've done it!" snarled the figure from the
shadows. Two of the brown-robed creatures hung their
heads, though a third seemed inclined to argue. "Be quiet!
I'll handle this!" said the figure, getting to his feet.
Leaning forward into the light, he gave the three young
men an amiable smile from the depths of a full, glossy
black beard and, raising his mug, said cheerfully, "Dougan
Redhammer, at your service, young gents. Will you take a
drink with an old dwarf?"
"That we will, and with pleasure," Tanin said politely.
"Let me out," grunted the dwarf to the brown-robed
creatures, who were so packed into the booth it was
impossible to tell how many of them there might have been.
With much groaning and swearing and "ouch, that's my
foot, you widget-brain" and "mind my beard, gear-head,"
the dwarf emerged - somewhat flushed and panting - from
the back of the booth. Carrying his mug and calling for the
innkeep to bring "my private stock," Dougan approached
the table where the young men were seated.
The others in the inn, sailors and local residents for the
most part, returned to their own conversations - the
subjects of which appeared to Palin to be of a sinister
nature, judging from the grim and ill-favored expressions
on their faces
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