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. Before
Flint stood huge mounds of coal, forming a black ridge some
twenty feet high. This pile blocked his view of the rest of the
cavern.
"Looks like a pretty big operation," suggested Flint art-
lessly. "Making some farming tools?"
The businesslike frawl seemed not to hear him at first.
Then she turned and eyed him sarcastically. "It's strange -
you don't seem unintelligent..."
"Thank you -" he interrupted.
"... just foolhardy," she finished, as if he had not spoken.
"You would be well advised to curb your curious nature,
and your clever tongue, if you don't care to lose both."
He studied her profile curiously. What manner of dwarf
was this commander? She did not fit his mental picture of a
mountain dwarf, and her eyes and hair did not seem to
match the derro around her. Yet she was obviously a leader,
and her rank indicated that she'd been recognized and re-
warded for that ability.
They left the huge cavern and entered a maze of tunnel-
like streets. Uncountable side streets led away from the ave-
nue, and mountain dwarves moved quickly and quietly
along them
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