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. Excellent,
razor-sharp steel blades - the kind made by the Theiwar
mountain dwarves of Thorbardin.
"That is why we meet today," said the human. "To discuss
the shipments."
"I trust that you have not been dissatisfied with our
craftsmanship," remarked the dwarf, his tone smugly confi-
dent.
The general ignored the question. They both knew no an-
swer was required, for dwarven weaponsmiths were the
most talented crafters of steel on all of Krynn. Nowhere else
could a soldier gain arms of such strength and quality.
"I shall require an increase in the amount of all types of
weapons." The general's voice was a harsh rasp through the
mask. "A doubling, to be precise."
The hunchbacked dwarf turned away, placing a hand to
his chin as if deep in thought. The hand concealed a thin
smile of pleasure as the dwarf's mind immediately began
counting the additional coinage that would flow quickly
into his, and his clan's, coffers. That meant more power for
the Theiwar, more power to the thane's adviser.
"Of course, if you should need to speak to your thane
about this matter
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