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. He
found a metal cup and spoon in a scorched comer, as well
as several half-finished golden figurines and a bit of cheap
tobacco he could soak in wine to disguise its harshness. In
the lamplight, he could see footprints where the searchers
from Qualinesti had tracked flour into the mine. Just inside
the mine passage, he could see a sturdy little chest lying
empty on its side.
Whatever might have been in that box, magic or
otherwise, belongs to the dark elf or his friends now, Martin
thought grimly. Just as he was leaving, he noticed the light
from the doorway glinting on something under the table,
something made of metal and glass.
"Aha! The famous healing spectacles, I'll wager," Martin
muttered. He wiped them free of flour and gore from the
bloody floor, then balanced them on his nose. The thick
lenses distorted his vision so badly that his head began to
hurt almost instantly.
Humph! I don't know anybody in Digfel with eyesight
bad enough for these glasses. What a waste of good
workmanship! he thought. Still, some traveler might have a
need for them. Martin frowned and removed the glasses,
sticking them impulsively into one of his trouser pockets.
Then he turned toward the failing sunlight outside
Lodston's shattered door
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