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As Oin grabbed Finky's beard, Oin tripped again into the mud.
"As I said, we should hlep miz Ruthven, Oin. It would be the only kind thing to do," Finky pleaded, hoping that Oin would relent.
"No," said Oin, still trying to stand up out of mud, "we are not going to help any strange women with their business and cart loads!
"Oin, I am ashamed to call you a fellow dwarf!"
"Finky, you are going to get it for that!" So Oin got up and began to chase Finky around the cart.
"Oh, stop it both of you!" Ruthven said suddenly, obviously exasperated at the sight of them. "You're acting like toddlers!"
"With good reason, though! He has insulted my honor and my authority; such action needs acounting," Oin stopped and replied haughtily, knowing a way out this mess was not going to be easy for Ruthven.
Ruthven would need to have a certain way with words...
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