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. She led them on a long
march, but stayed well to the front so Flint had no chance to
talk to her.
The only sound other than the cadence of their march was
the sniffling of the gully dwarf, which persisted even after
one of the derro ordered him to stop, slapping his face for
emphasis. They left the great cavern of the city to enter the
narrow tunnel again, back in the direction where Flint had
entered. He had no illusions that they meant to release him,
however.
This thought was confirmed when the silent march turned
abruptly into a narrow, forbidding cavern that branched off
of the main tunnel.
You've been in worse predicaments than this, Flint told
himself, although he was at a loss to remember one.
The captain stopped at the lip of a dark, yawning chasm.
The edge of the pit was stony, like the floor, and dropped
away suddenly. Flint wondered briefly what had caused the
curious scratches around the lip, but the answers that oc-
curred to him quickly made him drop that line of thinking.
The pit opening was quite large, he noted, the far side being
hard to distinguish in the darkness, even with his dwarven
vision
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