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Someone tapped Hwel on the shoulder. He turned and looked into a craggy,
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'And I say-'
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'Here, I know you,' he said. 'You got a cosmetics mill down Hobfast
Street.
I bought
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A look of panic crossed Thundergust's face. He leaned forward in panic.
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'That's right, it said the Halls of Elven Perfume and Rouge Co.,' said
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The dwarf dropped his axe and sat down on the bench, his face suddenly
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