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The dwarves continue their meal, pausing only to light large hooded pipes. Through the bluish hue of the pipe smoke that clouds the low cabin roof, you notice that they are casting nervous glances at you, as if you might explode at any moment.

After five minutes have passed, Nolrim raises his tankard and proclaims a toast: 'To Lone Wolf--a man among dwarves!'

The dwarves guffaw at Nolrim's wry toast and raise their tankards in a salute to your courage and fortitude. The Bor-brew has loosened their tongues, and they are eager to tell you of their past exploits.

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Text copyright © 1985 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1985 Gary Chalk.