Jenna scanned the common room, which was crisscrossed with
trails of ash. Several of the chairs and all of the tables were also covered by
a dusting of the grey matter.
“I know when the duergar caravans have arrived, because they
leave a trail of soot all through the common room. And it’s my job to clean it!
I wish the filthy bastards would stay home.”
“Shh,” Glinda said, looking around. “You know we depend on
their business during trade season. We can charge thrice what we charge during
the off season.”
“I guess. I still despise them,” Jenna said.
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