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. Just beyond the forge was the shop area
where tools were kept and the derro slept. To the right of the
shop were the stables. Basalt focused mentally on a spot just
a few feet from the forge. With his stomach churning
slightly, he touched Pitrick's ring and then, with a slight pop
in his ears, he was standing beside the forge. I'm really get-
ting the hang of this, he thought with satisfaction.
Guttoral laughter from inside the shop building reminded
Basalt of his dangerous mission. He glanced back over his
shoulder to see his mother and two uncles standing beneath
the trees where he had been only moments earlier, giving
him reassuring waves.
Glancing around, Basalt saw the two heavy freight wag-
ons parked to his right, in front of the stables. He spotted a
pair of legs moving between the wagons. Quickly he turned
back to the door of the forge and flung it open. His keen
dwarven eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness. He sighted
three derro, bolting from their beds in reaction to the sud-
den crash and light streaming through the door.
"Wake up, you big-eyed, moss-chewing, parasites
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