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." He had
dropped his usual stuffy tone. "But now that they're here,
I'm not adverse to making a little profit - just so we're com-
fortable. I'm not greedy like some others in town," he added
defensively.
Flint rubbed his face wearily. "These wagons," he said,
changing the subject slightly. "What do they haul? And
where are they going?"
Tybalt spoke up again. "Mayor Holden says that they
carry mostly raw iron. Sometimes tools - plows, forges,
stuff like that. They cover the twenty or so miles from Thor-
bardin one night, arrive before sunup, spend the day in
town or sleeping, then set out at night for a dock at Newsea.
Usually two days later, they return to Hillhome, and then
continue on back to Thorbardin."
Flint picked up his pipe from the fireplace mantle, relit it,
and took a long draw, squinting through the smoke at his
three brothers. "Does anyone know where they're taking so
many farm implements?" he asked suspiciously.
His brothers looked at each other, puzzled. "Why should
we care where they go after Newsea?" Tybalt exclaimed.
"The derro pay us in steel - the most valuable commodity
on Krynn
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