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"Why are you haunting me?"
"Garth," Flint began, trying to calm the harrn before he
drew attention, "I'm not the dwarf you found by the forge -
that was my brother, Aylmar. You needn't be afraid of me.
I'm Flint Fireforge, your friend."
Garth looked at him suspiciously out of the corners of his
eyes, hugging himself protectively. "You promise to stay out
of my dreams now? I didn't hurt you." He shook his head
vigorously. "The humped one sent the blue smoke, not me. I
just found you."
"Garth, it wasn't me - what blue smoke?" Flint asked,
suddenly curious.
"The blue smoke from the stone around his neck!"
"Whose neck? A derro?"
"Yes! You were there, why are you asking me?" Garth
said, angry and flustered by this line of questioning. "I have
to go to work now. Get out of here, or he'll use his magic,
wherever he is!"
With that warning, Garth hefted the sack, but Flint
reached out to stop him. "Garth, you mustn't tell your
bosses I was here again. Promise me, or I'll - I'll give you
more bad dreams!" Flint winced at using such a cruel trick
on the terrified harrn. Eyes wide with dread, face paler than
death, Garth only nodded as he lumbered away around the
corner of the barn
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