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. But that continental catastrophe had
sent sheets of rock crashing into the shafts, cutting off all
but one long tunnel that led back into Thorbardin. Even
that one was pitched so that it was now nearly vertical and
impossible to climb: it was this that the derro called it the
Beast Pit.
But some good came of the Cataclysm, at least for the
Aghar of Mudhole. Most of the dwarven-dug tunnels re-
mained intact, and in some places actually intersected with
stunningly beautiful organic caverns cut by centuries of wa-
ter that ran through the mountains of Thorbardin.
The three hundred gully dwarves that inhabited Mudhole
were broken down into family units; they lived in the ends
of abandoned, dead-end shafts, but shared the four natural
caverns as common space. They had "decorated" their
homes with family heirlooms, such as petrified animals, and
other bits of treasure garnered from the garbage piles of
Thorbardin above. Thus, Mudhole was at once a natural
wonder and an appalling pigsty.
* * * * *
"They can't really expect us to sleep in here, can they?"
Perian moaned, pacing anxiously
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