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. They got into their usual fight
about Basalt's drinking and 'working for derro scum,' as
Aylmar put it, and then the pup stormed out."
Flint leaned across the bar on his elbows. "But what about
the fight with the derro?"
"I'm getting to that," Moldoon said, refilling Flint's mug.
"After Basalt left, Aylmar stewed for a bit here, watching
the derro get louder and louder. And he just cracked -
launched himself right at three of them, unarmed. They
swatted him away like a fly, laughing at 'the old dwarf.' "
Flint hung his head, and his heart lurched as he imagined
his brother's humiliation.
"Indeed, this conversation makes me remember some-
thing," Moldoon added suddenly. Flint looked up half-
heartedly. The bartender's face looked uncharacteristically
clouded.
"Aylmar told me after the fight that he had taken a small
smithing job with the derro. Naturally I was surprised.
Aylmar had leaned forward and whispered -" Moldoon's
voice dropped "- that he was suspicious of the derro and
had taken the job so that he could get into their walled yard
to look into a wagon. He asked what I knew of their security
measures, and I told him that I'd overheard that each crew
of three slept during the day in shifts, one of them guarding
their wagon at all times
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