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A heavy, broad-wheeled wagon, looking more like a huge
rectangular box, rattled up the rutted Passroad from the di-
rection of Hillhome. Who would be driving a wagon
through the pass in the dark of night?
Flint stepped from his fire to the edge of the road. Hun-
kered over intently on the buckboard, the driver snapped a
whip over the heads of the four-horse team that was labor-
ing to pull the wagon up the steep incline toward the pass.
The steeds snorted and strained, pulling an obviously heavy
load. Flint could not determine whether the small figure of
the driver was dwarven, human, or something worse. Now
he could see two more forms standing several feet behind
the buckboard in a guarding stance, holding onto the sides
of the lurching wagon. As they drew closer, Flint caught
sight of three sets of unnaturally large eyes.
Derro dwarves. That explained why they were willing to
drive through the mountains at night, Flint realized.
Derro were a degenerate race of dwarves who lived pri-
marily underground. They hated light and suffered from
nausea when in the sun, though they were known to venture
from their subterranean homes at night
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