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. Aside from a thin layer of
loose gravel, it was solid rock.
The dwarf leaned back against the bars. "Damn!"
Chapter 9
A Parting of the Ways
They took his axe immediately - Flint felt naked with-
out it. Still angered by the ease with which he had been cap-
tured, the hill dwarf seethed under the watchful eyes of
eight guards while a detachment proceeded to alert their
commander. The sentries in the tunnel were derro dwarves,
white-skinned and wide-eyed. They wore polished black
plate armor with long purple plumes trailing from their
helms.
Although the cage had been raised so that he was no
longer imprisoned by bars, the derro guards made Flint sit in
a stone recess in the tunnel wall. As they waited, the derro
played some kind of betting game with pebbles on the
smooth, stone floor at the mouth of the cramped alcove. Es-
cape, for the moment anyway, was clearly out of the ques-
tion. He could only sit and fidget as time crawled by.
"Who's in charge here, anyway?" Flint asked once, after
more than an hour had passed.
One of the derro guards looked up from the game with a
cold gaze
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