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. A hundred dwarves stood alert
at the various doors, clad in gleaming plate mail and armed
with axes or crossbows.
Now one of these doors swung slowly open, and a hunch-
backed dwarf entered the chamber. His long, bronze-
colored robe rustled along the floor behind him. He
hastened toward the center of the room.
There, Thane Realgar rested quite comfortably in the
massive throne, his boots extended and crossed before him.
The ruler was an old dwarf, with white streaking his yellow
beard and long, loose-flowing hair. He had ruled the
Theiwar clan for many decades. Most of the routine matters
of the clan were handled by his chief adviser, so that Realgar
could devote his own energies to the search for the Hammer
of Kharas. He regarded any business not relating to that
hammer as bothersome.
Realgar's personal bodyguards stood to either side of
him: a pair of hideous gargoyles poised like watching
statues. They perched, absolutely motionless except for
their eyes, which followed the hunchbacked derro as he
advanced. The gargoyles' skin was a rough-hewn gray, in-
distinguishable from stone
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