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"So, it looks like we're prisoners in this wretched hole -
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"Prisoners?" called a booming voice. "Losers, maybe.
But prisoners, never!"
A trapdoor in the ceiling opened, and a short, stocky figure
in bright red velvet with black curling hair and beard poked
his head through. "My guests you are!" cried Dougan
Redhammer lustily, peering at them through the hatch.
"And fortunate beyond all humans, because I have chosen
you to accompany me on my grand quest! A quest that will
make you famous throughout the world! A quest that will
make that minor adventure your parents were involved in
seem like a kender scavenger hunt!" Dougan leaned down
so far through the hatch that his face became quite red with
the exertion and he almost tumbled through upside down.
"We're not going on any quest of yours, dwarf!" Tanin
said with an oath. And, for once, both Palin and Sturm were
in full agreement.
Leering down at them through the hatch, Dougan
grinned. "Wanna bet?
"You see, lads, it's a matter of honor," said the dwarf,
eyeing them complacently. Throwing down a rope ladder,
Dougan - somewhat perilously - climbed down into the
hold of the ship, his journey being hampered by the fact
that he couldn't see his feet for his great belly
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