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Oxworth waited for Thorn’s reaction. Even the Harridan, Drusilla and the shifters remained silent. He crossed the space between him and the dwarf, until they were face to chest. Awkward silence hung in the air, then Thorn burst with laughter, sheathed his sword at his side and opened his arms.
Stavik nudged Oxworth. “What’s that all about?” Oxworth shrugged his shoulders, as Thorn knelt down in front of the dwarf and gently hugged him. The old one was completely engulfed in the large man’s thick arms. Thorn pulled away and smiled at him. “It is good to see you, cousin.”
Oxworth’s mouth fell open. Stavik’s eyes widened.
“Cousins? That’s impossible,” said Drusilla.
The elder dwarf studied her. She shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny. “Nothing is impossible.” He clapped Thorn on
