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The dwarf shook his head sadly. "It's as simple as that."
"We told him not to work so hard!" exclaimed Bernhard,
who was seated next to Flint in a hard wooden chair. The
seventh Fireforge sibling, his soft black hair prematurely
balding, leaned forward and knotted his thick, calloused
hands. "But that is one of the reasons why he was the best at
his craft."
"The money was just too much temptation," interrupted
Ruberik. "He couldn't resist the offer to work for the derro."
"Yeah," Bernhard said vacantly. "Anyway, Aylmar was
called to the forge in the derro's camp - they've taken over
Delwar's forge - to fix a wheel late one morning."
Flint found it difficult to believe that the Aylmar he'd
known would have had anything to do with derro, but he
had been gone a long time.... Flint remembered the
walled yard near the town smithy.
"That place has become a blighthole filled with evil der-
ro!" interjected Ruberik again. "A blemish on the face of our
hills!"
Bernhard rocked his chair onto its back legs. "You don't
think it's such a blemish when you take your cheese there to
sell," he commented wryly, "nor when you build an addition
to your abode with the profits
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