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Fester looked momentarily puzzled, but then dashed for
the door. The other Aghar, nearly a dozen in all, raced be-
hind the "weighty lady."
Perian followed them from the store, looking anxiously
up the side street. She heard the tromp of heavy footsteps to
the west, though the derro were still some distance away.
With relief, she saw Fester and her companions disappear in
the direction of the brewery.
Were there any more stragglers? She looked around, her
sensitive eyes seeing well in the darkness; she spotted no
Aghar. The sounds of armored dwarves on the march came
closer on Main Street, but still there were no derro on this
side avenue.
Pivoting smoothly, she turned toward the brewery. The
structure was visible at the limits of her vision, its tall, fea-
tureless wall offering protection. The gate lay just around
the corner, and there she would find Flint. A quick, low
dash, and she would reach the shelter of that fortress before
the attacking Theiwar.
A blue wash of light spilled through the street, and Perian
knew that Pitrick was near
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