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. They had not welcomed the brothers, nor did
they seem interested in either the dwarf or his companions.
Several cast scowling glances at Dougan Redhammer. This
didn't disconcert the dwarf in the least. Pulling up a high
stool that compensated for his short stature, the stout and
flashily dressed (at least for a dwarf) Dougan plopped
himself down at the brothers' table.
"What'll you have, gentlemen?" asked the dwarf. "The
spirits of my people? Ah, you're men of taste! There's
nothing better than the fermented mushroom brew of
Thorbardin."
Dougan grinned at the brothers expansively as the
innkeeper shuffled to the table, carrying three mugs in his
hand. Putting these down, he thumped a large clay bottle
stoppered with a cork down in front of the dwarf. Dougan
pulled the cork, inhaling the fumes with a gusty sigh of
contentment that caused Sturm's mouth to water in
anticipation.
"Aye, that's prime," said the dwarf in satisfaction. "Hand
your mugs round, gents. Don't be shy. There's plenty for all
and more where this came from. I don't drink with
strangers, though, so tell me your names."
"Tanin Majere, and these are my brothers, Sturm and
Palin," said Tanin, sliding his mug over willingly
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