“I came in a hurry when I read your letter,” Daeve protested.
“Without even wearing boots?” she said, folding her arms.
The dwarf frowned. “You know I don’t need them. Now, where’s Taurine? Have you found her yet?”
She bit her lip and shook her head. “No, but I think I know where she went.”
“Further northward?” Daeve asked.
Fleurette nodded. “She’s been digging a new series of tunnels. I’ve been searching through them ever since Stephan left. One of them intersects with a large chamber. I found boot prints. Dozens of them.”
“Goblins?” Stephan asked hopefully. The smelly creatures were mean, but could be reasoned with. Especially if one had coin.
“Worse,” she said worriedly. “Dwarves.”
Oilcohol Part II: Child of Promise
Trevor H. Cooley
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