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. To the other dwarves, it had
seemed a miracle. The wagons were immediately mired,
blocking the road and the bridge, and the entire human
army was crushed. Only Horgan Oxthrall knew the real
explanation.
The oxen stared at him stonily, their eyes glazed, their
breath putrid ... and rank with rum. You will remember that
the poor creatures had been fed a goodly dose of spirits
themselves. Now, in the midst of battle (probably starting
to sober up), they sniffed out this equally intoxicated dwarf
and followed him in eager anticipation of more rum!
Of course, none of the other dwarves figured out what
was going on. Horgan was a hero. After the battle - when
presumably, EVERY dwarf stunk of rum - the thane
appointed Horgan to the elite order of Thane's Scouts.
As one of the scouts sworn to High Thane Rankil,
Horgan's job was to routinely patrol the rugged Khalkist
heights, which formed the border of a dwarven nation
surrounded by enemies. The scouts were drawn from the
finest, proven veterans of the Istar War. It is in the service
of his thane that Horgan Oxthrall labored for twenty-five
years, a full quarter century after the victorious war. Lonely
patrols through the heights, battles with groups of human
brigands and trespassers - it was a solitary and adventurous
life that seemed to suit Horgan well
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