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. He took one look at Flint's angry face nose-to-
nose with the derro and he let out a loud, plaintive wail that
caused everything else to fall silent. Moldoon looked up
from where he was serving patrons across the inn. Garth
was alternately pointing at Flint and the derro, babbling,
and holding his head and sobbing. The gray-haired inn-
keeper covered the distance in four strides. Instructing a
barmaid to lead Garth into the kitchen to calm down, he
planted himself between Flint and the derro.
'What's the problem here, boys? You're not thinking of
rearranging my inn, are you?" Moldoon was looking only at
the derro.
"He insulted us!" one of them claimed, shaking his fist at
Flint.
Flint pushed the pale fingers away. 'Your presence insults
everyone in this bar," he muttered.
"You see!" the derro exclaimed self-righteously.
Moldoon took the two derro by their elbows and pro-
pelled the startled dwarves toward the door. "I see that you
two need to leave my establishment immediately."
At the door the derro wrenched away from his grip and
turned as if to attack Moldoon, hands on the weapons at
their waists
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