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. Then he slid the wooden bar aside and
stepped into the darkness outside his dwarf-made cave. By
the silver light of the white moon, he could see the curious
inscription on his front door which he hadn't been able to
read before. The runes flowed together under the power of
the Glasses of True Seeing, startling the hermit with their
stark warning.
DEATH TO TRAITORS AND TO THOSE WHO HIDE
THEM! it read.
Lodston felt his skin prickle with fear as he read his own
death sentence. He whirled around and probed the darkness
with the aid of his new glasses, hoping to spot one of
Dalamar's enemies in the thick shadows of the cliff side
bushes.
"And death to you!" he shouted into the darkness with a
shake of the quarterstaff. "This is my home! Leave me
alone! I want nothing to do with elven squabbles!"
The old dwarf tensed himself, prepared to fight anyone
who responded to his challenge, but the stillness remained
unbroken save for the steady gurgle of the Meltstone River
below him.
"Well, if magic's your game, then that's what you'll get
from Nugold Lodston!" the hermit shouted into the night.
With that burst of bravado, he darted back inside the mine
chamber and bolted the door behind him
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