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. And I don't think those seekers will be
bothering anyone for a while, either."
Catching the glint in the dwarf's eye, Amos's smile was
grateful, but it still held a hint of weariness. "My thanks, but
they always come back. Maybe not the same trouble-
makers, but every day there are more seekers to take their
places." Amos dug the heels of his palms into his eyes and
rubbed.
Flint's good mood ebbed as he was forced to agree with
the shopkeeper. Solace was not the same friendly village it
had been before the seekers had encroached on it in the last
few years.
"But what am I saying?" Amos forced his mood to
brighten. "You didn't come here to listen to my woes.
Where's your list? I'll rustle up your goods." Amos elbowed
the dwarf conspiratorially in the ribs. "Got that bottle of
malt rum you've been waiting for, too." Taking the scrap of
parchment Flint held up in his hand, Amos cackled as he
shuffled off to collect the dwarf's groceries.
"Thanks, Amos," Flint called softly, absently scanning the
shelves around him.
He saw huge clay jars of pickled cucumbers, onions, and
other vegetables
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