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This was easily accomplished now because the Aghar
were universally fascinated by the small community before
them. They climbed over each other and pushed one an-
other in their haste to enter Hillhome.
For all of the Aghar, this was their first experience with a
hill dwarf community, or any above-ground community for
that matter. As they approached Hillhome, they stared to
the right and left, awestruck by the architectural marvels
around them.
"What in the name of all the gods is this?" said Mayor
Holden, witnessing the gully dwarf stampede as he stood
with a shovel at the outskirts of town. "Oh, it's you, Fire-
forge," he added, recognizing Flint at the lead. He cast a
scornful gaze at the whooping gully dwarves. "What are
those slugs doing here, and at a time like this?"
Flint grabbed the mayor, whom he had never really liked,
by the lapels. "Nobody calls my troops slugs except me!
Show some respect to the Aghar who are willing to give up
their lives protecting your town!"
"Uncle Flint!" cried Basalt from nearby, throwing down
his shovel and racing toward his uncle
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