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The four men gave these odds some consideration, and backed towards the door.
'And wipe those silly stars off,' said Cohen. 'You can tell everyone that Cohen the Barbarian will be very angry if he sees stars like that again, right?'
The door slammed shut. A moment later the axe thumped into it, bounced off, and took a sliver of leather off the toe of Cohen's sandal.
'Sorry,' They stepped out into the afternoon sun and a deserted street. When Cohen opened his mouth little pinpoints of bright light illuminated all the shadows.
'I've got some friends around here to pick up,' he said, nd added, 'I hope they're all right. What's your name?'
'Lackjaw.'said the dwarf. 'It belonged to my grandad. I only use it for splitting firewood.'Cohen felt his jaw experimentally. The dine chewers seemed to be settling in quite well.'If I was you, I'd be getting out of here anyway,' he said. But the dwarf was already scuttling around the room, tipping trays of precious metal and gems into a leather sack. A roll of tools went into one pocket, a packet of finished jewellery went into another, and with a grunt the dwarf stuck his arms through handles on either side of his little forge and heaved it bodily onto his back.'Right,' he said. I'm ready.''You're coming with me?''As far as the city gates, if you don't mind,' he said. 'You can't blame me, can you?''No. But leave the axe behind.'