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Dent stood back up and straightened. Long pale fingers curled around the pommel of his longsword. The knight's black eyes drank Tom's fear like a fine port wine. "How many men are with this Drosnin? Are there men with the bugbears?" Dent moved behind Tom, and pushed closed the doors to the room. If there was a lock, he slid the bolt into place. He eyed Tolan, quirked an eyebrow, and jerked his head at the closed doors. The silent message was clear enough; Dent feared company might be on its way and wanted Tolan positioned by the doors.
