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. Ba-
salt leaped forward to join them, and the whole band
charged through the gaping door into the darkness of the
barn.
Their eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden change in
lighting. They heard the mountain dwarves cursing, smelled
the presence of the heavy draft horses.
Basalt could see several derro, who had been squatting
around a low cookfire, leap to their feet and snatch up
weapons. Several others were still wrapped in bedrolls.
Now they struggled awkwardly to escape, taken unawares.
Basalt cracked his axe down, hard, against the parry of a
derro's short sword. The mountain dwarf staggered back,
thrown off balance. Basalt swung again and again, driving
him farther back. He attacked with a reckless savagery that
surprised even himself.
This Theiwar wore metal armor and used his blade with
skill, striking past one of the hill dwarf's blows to scrape Ba-
salt's leg. But his experience was no match for the hill
dwarf's savage onslaught, and in another step the mountain
dwarf backed into the wall of the barn.
The derro lunged once more, a desperate stab at Basalt's
heart
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