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Nomscul, the gully dwarf who had rescued them from the
Beast Pit, had led them here and left them, saying he would
return shortly with food and some friends. Perian fingered
the tattered edges of the filthy woolen blanket that was
draped over a legless wooden chair. She disdainfully
nudged an old bone on the dirty stone floor with a toe of her
boot. Shivering, the mountain dwarf hugged herself and
looked around in despair for someplace suitable to sit.
The perfectly square chamber had two doorways and was
perhaps twenty feet square. It had been chipped out of solid
granite, for the bites the pick-axes had taken could still be
seen in the cold, gray-green stone walls. Thick, moldy old
support beams crisscrossed the ceiling in no apparent pat-
tern, or perhaps a few had been removed by the gully
dwarves for other purposes. Indeed, some chairs and small
tables looked to be hastily constructed of the same stout
beams. Small rugs; worn, hairless animal skins; and the oc-
casional piece of fine silk or rich but filthy lace, all but cov-
ered the floor
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