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. The baron's
yard had an additional circular fountain surrounded by
heavy stone benches.
The ground floor of the house was constructed of
enormous blocks of granite, polished to show off the
rocks' natural colors. The upper floors were the more
typical red dwarven brick. White-trimmed gables of all
different sizes poked from the roof of the fifth floor, al-
though the building was the same height as a three-story
human dwelling. The last rays of the day's sun glanced
off colorful stained glass rather than the usual oiled
parchment. Flower boxes filled with multicolored gera-
niums lined every window. Servants in white aprons
were busy closing the shutters on the first floor.
The.baron tipped back his head and planted his hands
on his hips. "This is my home," he said simply. He waved
his guests forward into the neat garden, nodding and
saying, "Welcome," to each. Then a look of surprise
crossed his wide face. "It seems that your poorly dressed
friends have left."
Engrossed by the sight before them, Woodrow and Tas
looked behind Gisella and noticed for the first time that
the gully dwarves were no longer with them. No one was
particularly dismayed, especially the baron, though he
seemed to be inordinately openminded about Aghar.
Still, he was not sure he wanted them running loose in his
village, but he decided that was better than having them
lounging about in his home.
"It's no problem," Gisella said vaguely. "I'm sure they'll
turn up again eventually. Or maybe not."
Woodrow's attention had already returned to the
house
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