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." He squinted up through one
eye to glimpse his brother's angry, red face.
"That's business! Mind your elders!" was Ruberik's stern
reply.
Bernhard rolled his eyes and lowered his chair to the floor
with a bang. "Anyway, Aylmar went to the yard that day,
'an emergency,' they said. Any smith would've taken the
job - these derro panic at the thought of missing a night on
the road, so they pay real good for day work and such -"
"And Aylmar, the damned fool, had to take on this one
job too many," Ruberick interrupted yet again, unable to
conceal his anguish. "He died beside his forge, among stran-
gers, what is worse."
"Garth, the dimwit, found him there all blue," finished
Bernhard matter-of-factly.
Bertina gasped, and Fidelia elbowed her brother in the
head. "Have a care, will you?"
"Uh, sorry, Berti," the carpenter said limply, making a
hasty exit to help with the tapping of a new keg.
"But if these are mountain dwarves," interjected Flint,
"why isn't there a smith among them who can fix their
wagons?"
"I can explain that," said Tybalt, stepping away from the
fire to join the circle
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