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Rorig was quite satisfied that he had made it back to the Giant’s Fence. What he had at first thought was a curious sort of cliff or outcropping of rock had in fact been made by the hands of mortals. And not just any mortals, but by the hands of dwarves like himself. He marveled at this. How could a people carve up rock like so much meat and create such a structure? Even in its dilapidated condition, the wall was still impressive. The ruins of this spur of it were some 50 feet wide and at times 20 feet high. He wondered what it must have been like when it was new.
When Kyonos gave him the hammer, he took it with care into his hands and said, “Yours.” Pointing to the second hammer Kyonos pulled out of his pack, he said, “Mine.” And started a series of low groans and grunting in his approval. After a minor correction in his vocabulary, Rorig circled around several times, found a nice flat piece of rock to law upon, and was soon curled up upon it fast asleep, the hammer still cradled in his arms.
The unnatural sound the battle woke Rorig with a start. He immediately leaped down from his perch and looked around. He recognized some of the sounds; the yelling of people, the ‘zip, zip’ sound of arrows. Other sounds were alien to him though. But with his friends nearby his heart was strengthened and he soon climbed to the top of a pile of rubble to carefully look about and see what was going on.
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