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Chapter - 14 “A Night To Remember” Garrock was practically pushing the two of them over to an empty stall in the stable. The dwarf kicked some of the scattered hay and dirt around till he found a covered loop in the floor. Garrock hiked it up disturbing years of dirt and crud exposing the old trap door. “Locke’s great grandfather had this put in way back when I’d be willin ta bet the daft bastard doesn't even know it's here.” Raku having the best night vision of the three of them went first down the hole. Dust rolled down the narrow passage dug along the inside of the castle wall. The remains of a rotted old ladder sat in a pile at his feet. Next to him was a small trough that presumably held a small amount of animal fat to dip torches into. All that lie in it now was a single half-burnt torch and a thick layer of dust. At least they could take comfort in the fact that no one had been down here for a very long time. Raku took the flint from one of his pouches and used it try and light

Chapter - 9 “ Close Call ” A few others had trickled into the Alehouse as it was getting later in the day. Garrock and Raku were nearly 5 tankards in and Garrock wasn't showing any sign of slowing down. Raku, on the other hand, was starting to have to consciously pace himself. “So with Firbrant gone yer in a tight spot then.” The dwarf picked up his tankard and held it out for a toast. “Well can't change what’s happened, nothin we can do about it. To sufferin! For it lets us know we're still breathing.” Raku was hesitant to meet the dwarf's mug with his own taking only a sip after their vessels clanged together. He was just glad Garrock didn't notice the amount holes he put into his story. “What about you? How did you get dragged into a place like Black Rock?” Raku was quick to shift the attention away from himself whenever he could. Dwarves are a peculiar race. They cherished things like the very process of smithing and culturally quite different from the other intelligent races