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."
"I did notice that," Tasslehoff agreed, "but I assume
they know what they're doing. Maybe they use ropes
and pulleys to raise themselves up the cliff."
"I'd rather not get involved with any more ropes and
pulleys for a while," Woodrow moaned.
By this time, the group had come to a stop. Looking
around quickly, Tas saw that they were indeed in a box of
sorts. Rugged, brush-covered walls sloped steeply up-
ward on the right and left. Ahead, a sheer cliff towered at
least fifty feet over the kender's head. Below the cliff
were piles of brush and debris that had apparently cas-
caded down from above.
The dwarves went to work. Quickly they pushed aside
a large pile of brush from the base of the cliff, revealing a
roughly carved stone face with an open, gap-toothed
mouth. Mettew rummaged inside his backpack and
withdrew the largest iron key Tasslehoff had ever seen.
"That must weigh at least twenty pounds," the kender ex-
claimed aloud to no one in particular.
"Twenty-two and a half, almost twenty-three," cor-
rected Mettew. "It's nothing for a dwarven key. You
should see some of the big ones we use for really impor-
tant doors."
Tas whistled softly. Mettew slid the key between two
of the face's teeth and, gripping it with both hands, gave
a mighty twist. There was a puff of dust and a rush of air,
then a crack appeared. As Mettew tugged, the crack wid-
ened and two more dwarves grabbed the edge and
pulled. The face swung wide, revealing a dark tunnel
leading into the cliff.
The group filed through the tunnel entrance
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