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. "Production
has nearly doubled and promises to further improve. So it
is, too, with the number of wagons running. We have very
nearly reached the desired levels of transport."
"Splendid." The thane turned his attention to a scroll in
his lap, signaling Pitrick's dismissal.
The adviser coughed slightly. "There is one other matter,
Excellency." The thane looked up in surprise and gestured
for him to continue.
Pitrick shifted uncomfortably, nagged by the pain in his
crippled foot. "It seems that one of our drivers was slain in
Hillhome. The murderer, a hill dwarf, escaped." Pitrick took
a breath. "We have reason to believe that this dwarf broke
into the wagons and discovered the nature of our ship-
ments."
"When did this happen?" The thane's voice was quiet, al-
most bored.
"Several days ago. I received word from one of the driv-
ers not two hours past."
Gold chains clinked slightly, their heavy links sliding as
the thane leaned forward. Realgar's sacklike robe of deep
blue ponderously swathed the throne around him. Indeed,
whenever he chose to walk he required several attendants to
carry the massive train
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