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Beast Pit, garbage run, and big crackingrotto," he said.
"Garbage run?" Perian asked, with a sinking feeling.
"Up in warrens," Nomscul told her. "Get good food from
weird-eyed dwarves." The Aghar forced his eyelids open
wide with his fingers, then crossed them and giggled.
Seeing Flint's puzzled look, Perian explained. "The gully
dwarves raid Theiwar City's dumps and warehouses in the
north warrens all the time."
Flint nodded in understanding. "What is the 'big crackin-
grotto,' and where does it lead, Nomscul'!"
"There big crack in wall of grotto, and it go out," the gully
dwarf said simply. Nomscul picked a bug from his scalp, in-
spected it closely, then popped it into his mouth.
"Where is the grotto?" Flint demanded.
"That way." Nomscul chucked a thumb toward the corri-
dor beyond the room. "Past bedrooms of Aghar - lots of
Aghar in Mudhole!"
"That's good enough for me," Flint said, taking Perian's
arm and pulling her toward the door. "We'll just explore
around until we find something that looks like a grotto;
Mudhole can't be that big. Come on, Perian."
"Where we go?" Nomscul asked, bouncing at their sides
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