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Broadman looked around quickly. It began to dawn on him just what he had said, and to whom. A whimper escaped from his lips, glad to be free. He reached the doorway to his cellars just as one of the trolls, with a lazy flick of of the Guild of Merchants and Traders," said Rerpf evenly. "to protect our interests, you might say. Meaning the little man."
Ymor wrinkled his brows.
"I’m sorry," he said. "I thought I heard you say the Guild of Merchants?"
"And traders," agreed Rerpf. Behind him now, in addition to more trolls, were several humans that Ymor vaguely recognized. He had seen them, maybe, behind counters and one ham-sized hand, sent his axe whirling across the room. The slam of the door and its subsequent splitting as the axe hit it merged into one sound."Bloody hell!" exclaimed Zlorf Flannelfoot."What do you want?" said Ymor."I am here on behalf
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