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. Pitrick had
many enemies in Theiwar City and in the neighboring clans
who would pay great sums to bring about the savant's de-
mise. A number of them had already died hideous deaths at
that very juncture.
But even those fond memories could not lift his foul
mood. He stepped into his lightless antechamber and bel-
lowed for his harrnservant.
"Legaer? Damn you, why aren't you waiting at the door
for me?" The hunchback shifted his weight to his good foot
and counted the seconds before his servant's shadow scur-
ried up to him.
Pitrick backhanded Legaer's face, the points of his tele-
port ring leaving a bloody trail on the other mountain
dwarf's already scarred cheek. "Five seconds delay! I must
think of a punishment for such a lazy servant!" Pitrick
paused to peer closely at Legaer. "I thought I told you to
keep that veil on - it makes me sick to see your deformed
face!" The savant wrenched his cape off and tossed it at the
servant. "You are lucky to have such a tolerant master, for
no one else would suffer your hideous presence!" Pitrick
stormed past the dwarf and into his apartment
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