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The thane listened half-interestedly, while his gargoyles
leered and flapped their leathery wings behind him. "Yes?"
he finally inquired.
"The dwarves of Hillhome are preparing to rise against
us," the adviser said. Pitrick used the story he had devised
on his way back to the city. He had decided that the hill
dwarf's warning was too potentially dangerous to ignore.
"Indeed?" Realgar sat forward and fixed Pitrick with an
icy gaze. "What do you intend to do about it?"
"There is but one thing to do," announced the hunchback,
his voice an oily hiss.
"The village must be destroyed."
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"What's the next step?" Ruberik asked Tybalt a little later,
after they'd convinced the constable of their story. "We're all
family to start with, and none of us depends on trading with
the derro for our livelihood. But what do you think is going
to happen when this story starts getting around? A lot of
people are going to get real upset, and the rest are just plain
not going to believe it."
"That's certain," agreed Tybalt. "There's just no way we're
going to talk people out of the easy money the derro have
been throwing around
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