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. "You mean like Joss out
there and his scum-brained kids?"
"No!" Martin growled. "I don't mean simple pickpockets
and drunks. If you'd ever got out of that cave of yours,
you'd know that some dark force is sweeping over Krynn,
and it sounds to me like your new buddy is part of it!"
The shopkeeper's crisp eyes clouded. The normally jolly
and mercurial man seemed suddenly overwhelmed with
melancholia. "I thought Digfel was too little to get involved
in this thing," he muttered sadly. "I thought everybody
would leave us alone as long as we supplied them with steel
for their swords and spears."
"What in Reorx's name are you mumbling about?"
Lodston demanded.
"I'm talking about that guest of yours!" Martin replied
angrily. "He and his evil friends will bring the war to
Digfel!"
"War? What war? I don't understand what . . ."
"Go on with your story," the shopkeeper urged,
interrupting the dwarf's flurry of questions in a calmer
voice. The hermit's naive ignorance of the outside world
was incorrigible. Martin could barely explain the sinister
events of recent years to himself, much less to the reclusive
dwarf.
"Harrumph!" snorted Lodston. He was too old and
battle-weary to listen to human war stories
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