“You’ll come to my house. We’ll have no foreigner, a
merchant no less, staying in anything but the finest house in cavern.”
The duergar looked at each of his companions in turn,
beard bristling, and daring them to refute his claim.
“I certainly wouldn’t dispute the claims of such a
renowned trader such as yourself,” one of the short, sooty men said, flicking
his long, braided beard at the first speaker. “if I didn’t know for a fact that
I had the finest house in the cavern. I did purchase it from the old blackbeard
himself, before he retired down-tunnel.”
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