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The small group of Fireforge harrns and frawls lapsed
into silence in Tybalt's sparse office: Basalt, Ruberik, Ber-
tina, and Tybalt. A stout table took up the middle of the
chamber. Tybalt, in his sturdy chair, sat with his feet on the
table, pipe in mouth. Basalt and Bertina sat on stools pulled
up alongside the table, while Ruberik paced between the
door and the opposite wall. Despite the tension in the room,
Basalt felt a new sense of family unity that he found very
warming.
Basalt glanced timidly from Ruberik to Tybalt, then
spoke up. "Perhaps if we could get two or three leading citi-
zens on our side, like the Hammerhand's or Strikesparks, we
would carry a lot more influence. People would listen to
someone like that even if they wouldn't believe me."
"The problem with that idea," responded Ruberik, "is that
the 'leading families' are almost universally the ones who've
benefitted the most from the derro's presence. That's why
they're the 'leading families.' "
"No, the people who are profiting won't be willing to risk
those profits," stated Tybalt. "Not unless we can demon-
strate a clear danger
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