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. "One day, a short
one of these derro, kind of bent over like, showed up and
met with the mayor and a bunch of the elders. Offered to
pay twenty steel pieces a wagon - twenty steel, mind you -
if we'd let them come over our pass.
"Course there was still some, like Aylmar, who wanted
nothing to do with them. But the deal was struck. Then, the
wagons started comin' through," Tybalt said, punching his
hand for emphasis. "They make the run to the coast, and on
the way back the derro stock up on grain, beer, cheese, all
manner of stuff you can't get where there's no sun. Pay in
good steel coin, twice or more what anybody could charge
before. It started out with only one wagon a day coming
and going, a few derro on each. They must be doing twice or
more than that, now."
"And always derro, the Theiwar?" asked Flint.
"Yup. Some stay with their wagons, but most sleep at the
inns in town during the day. They don't mix much with
townfolk. There's been a few fights and such, but they don't
try to cause too much trouble... usually.
"The town's never had so much in its treasury, and all of
us're doing better than we ever thought possible," Tybalt
concluded defensively
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