“Is that an offer?” the duergar asked, leaning across the
table and grinning. His eyes, which occupied most of his face above his lips,
were not smiling. They reminded Alfus of the time he had almost been eaten by a
plains cat. The cat had looked at him the same way as it stalked towards him, large
tongue emerging hungrily from its mouth.
“Uh, n-no,” Alfus stuttered. He stepped back
involuntarily.
“Just checking,” the duergar said returning to his side
of the low table. “I can never tell with you surface dwellers. You don’t
understand that a deal’s a deal.”
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