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. Their leathery wings, of the
same color, spread like menacing, clawed hands behind the
throne. Their faces were vaguely human, accented with
sharp fangs, tiny, wicked eyes, and a pair of twisted horns
growing from their foreheads.
The hunchback reached the throne, and the gargoyles
suddenly hissed. They flapped their wings once and sprang
forward to stand to the left and right of the thane. Extending
clawed fingers before them and noiselessly working their
jaws, they stood in mute warning as the hunchbacked dwarf
bowed obsequiously.
"Ah, Pitrick, it is good of you to return to my city," said
the thane of the Theiwar.
"How did you fare at the council of thanes?" inquired the
adviser.
"Bah!" The thane clapped his fist into his palm. "It was
one Hylar treachery after another! They seek to entangle the
Daewar in an alliance, and always to cut us out!" Realgar
leaned forward then, a conspiratorial smile upon his lips.
He lowered his voice. "But, my dear adviser, I think they are
beginning to fear us!" The leader of the Theiwar placed a
stubby finger to his bearded lips. "Now, tell me how things
fared in my short absence?"
"You will be pleased," Pitrick offered eagerly
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