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The strange dwarf wore a tight chain mail shirt and a
well-worn cap of smooth leather. His high boots were light,
almost like moccasins, but showed the wear and stain of
much travel. Hanak smacked his lips and rubbed his hands
together as he looked at the shelves of food.
"You must be new to Solace," said Flint noncommitally.
Hanak shrugged. "Just passing through, actually; I'm
headed for Haven. I hail from the hills south of here a good
ways, almost down to the plains of Tarsis. Never been this
far north before," he admitted.
Flint turned back to his shopping but then felt the other
dwarf's eyes on him.
"You're from the south too, unless I miss my guess."
"You don't," Flint admitted, facing the stranger again.
Hanak's inquisitive words made Flint uncomfortable.
"Not so far south as me, though - east hillcountry'd be
my guess," the other hill dwarf said, tapping his chin in
thought, squinting at Flint. "Perhaps just north of Thor-
bardin?"
"How did you know?" Flint asked brusquely. "I've never
met anyone who could pinpoint someone's region so
closely!"
"Well, now, it wasn't too difficult," the dwarf said, his
tone implying anything but
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