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... tlewick was a dwarf whose dignity was as solid as a mountain. His long, grey beard was braided with shiny rings, and his glare was known to make dragons apologize. Right now, that glare was aimed at a piece of paper, and it wasn’t working.
The grand chamber was silent. The other members of the Dungeon League Board—a sharp-eyed elf, a wise old human mage, and a goblin in a fine suit—watched him.
"Let me read this again," Thistlewick rumbled, his deep voice bouncing off the walls. ...
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