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Tybalt nodded.
"Good. And lamp oil? How many kegs do you have in
your store?" he asked Mayor Holden.
"Well, there's not, that is, it's my most expensive item! I
can't...."
Conscious of the stares of all the other hill dwarves, the
mayor stopped speaking and flushed with embarrassment.
"Well, I guess I've got a couple of kegs. But what on Krynn
do you need them for?"
Flint explained his plans, assigning dwarves to gather the
necessary ingredients and make the required preparations.
Slowly, the various elements of Hillhome's defense came to-
gether.
The defensive strategy sounds good, Flint realized with
satisfaction.
Even as they were speaking Flint noticed that it grew
steadily darker. The sun dipped beyond the western hills,
and twilight settled over the town and its valley. They've got
to be coming soon now, he told himself.
"If they break the line here, everyone fall back through
the town," he added, developing a contingency plan. "We'll
make a final stand in the brewery, if it comes to that." Hildy
had already offered the building - the largest structure in
Hillhome - for that purpose
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