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. It'll be a week before I'm able to bring all this stuff out
to you. Tell Dalamar it's not my fault!"
Martin looked away from the dwarf's angry gaze behind
the curious hexagonal glasses. Though he had never met the
elf, he now feared Lodston's guest. The powers which the
elven wizard had bestowed upon his unlikely dwarven
friend were more than the shopkeeper wanted to face.
Hadn't they changed the irascible but harmless old hermit
into a fearsome sorcerer with a more dangerous temper?
Hadn't the elf somehow healed the dwarf's failing vision
with the enchanted spectacles perched upon Lodston's huge
nose?
"Well, bring it as soon as you get your cart fixed,"
growled the dwarf as he turned to leave Martin's shop. "Just
remember what I said about the door, if you value your
life!"
"I know, I know!" the man mumbled. "You and the elf
have placed a curse on it. No thief in his right mind would
try to steal anything from you or your new 'friend.' "
Lodston smirked behind his whiskers and stepped through
the doorway onto the street. The curious little glasses
perched on his thick nose sparkled in the late morning sun.
The bully, Joss, interrupted a conspiratorial discussion with
a pair of teenaged pickpockets and muttered a hasty
warning
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