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The dwarves are not offended by your refusal. They have seen men stirred to fury or laid unconscious by a jug of Bor-brew. Nolrim grasps the tankard and downs the draught with one awesome gulp, removing the froth from his ginger beard with a practised flick of his forefinger.

If you wish to ask the dwarves how they came to be under Banedon’s command, turn to 291.

If you wish to bid them goodnight, turn to 359.