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. And when they tie me into that derro I
killed, Mayor Holden won't be likely to order a search of
the wagons or a murder investigation on my say-so, either."
He shrugged. "Since these derro come from Thorbardin,
there was nothing else I could do but go to the mountain
dwarves myself and find the derro scum who killed
Aylmar."
Basalt no longer looked skeptical. "How are you going to
find this one derro, when there must be hundreds of magic-
using derro there."
Flint gave a devilish grin. "Ah, but how many of them are
hunchbacked? Garth, bless his simple heart, kept calling the
derro he saw 'the humped one.' That's my only clue, but it's a
good one."
Basalt jumped to his feet. "Well, what are we waiting for?
Let's go find the Reorx-cursed derro who killed my father!"
Flint patted the harrn's hand. "You're a true Fireforge, like
I said. But we aren't going anywhere in the dark." He sighed.
"I'm not sure that I want any help, but you can't go back the
way you came - a clumsy pup like you'd be troll food for
sure," he teased. "I guess you'll have to come along, but we'll
leave in the morning
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