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. It was obvious that he had to either push past the
abusive speaker or retreat through his delinquent henchmen
without buying winter provisions.
"Remove your carcass from my path, and take your ill-bred
issue with you!" Lodston shouted. Several of the spectators
laughed at the old hermit's taunt. The blurry-faced speaker
leaned closer, revealing his florid cheeks and filthy,
tobacco-stained mouth to the dwarf's faded eyes.
"You heard what I said, scum! Get out of Digfel before I
feed your scrawny bones to my dogs!" blustered the fat
townsman. Lodston smelled the odors of stale wine and
unwashed human skin even before he could see the man's
quivering red jowls. He grinned and gestured toward the
beggar children.
"If those are your mongrels, you ought to be more
careful when you mate. You'll ruin your bloodline!"
Lodston sneered and shook his quarterstaff in the drunk's
face, which was darkening with rage as the catcalls grew
louder.
"You gonna let him talk to you like that, Joss?" someone
goaded the drunk.
"Kick that uppity dwarf in the teeth, if he's got any!"
yelled one of the urchins.
The drunken bully sputtered a curse and raised a beefy
hand. In the same instant, Lodston muttered a single word
with his bearded mouth pressed against the smooth shaft of
his heavy staff
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