Dwarves in dark robes and black leather armour began pouring out of the mine.
They spread across the snow like dark blood seeping into a white bandage. There were
at least twenty of them.
‘What do we do?’ Lug gasped.
The accursed dwarves began clambering up the gully with a chorus of warlike
shrieks.
‘Climb, you fools,’ Grog said, and with that, he turned and fled up the icy
mountainside.
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