Narin noted that the negotiations were drawing to a close. Inside, he was twisted with fear, but outside, he unhooked his twin axes and twirled them threateningly.
"Let them come. Could they really stop us from reclaiming what is ours?" a dwarf whispered.
"No, laddie, they can't" said Narin, more to himself than anyone else.
One of the elves, who had spoken to Lin before, was looking at Narin in disgust. Narin realized that he still had a mottled, bruised face and a slightly swollen eye, and that he must look a disgusting sight to these pristine elves.
He smiled wickedly at the elf.
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