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The new chief
Solev adjusted his linen robe and turned to address the inhabitants of the warren. He eyed the crowd with an air of arrogance. Everything about his attitude indicated that he had no doubts about his right to succession. The old gnome was firmly convinced that the others would vote in his favor and so this address was almost meaningless to him. “You know that I am the oldest gnome in the warren now and that is reason enough to appoint me as your new chief,” Solev asserted his claim with unshakeable confidence. He then stretched out his right hand and pointed towards Melos. His gaze followed his fingers, and they both settled on Zill’s father. “Melos sheltered outsiders, even after knowing the dangers it entailed. Now, you can see for yourself where that has led us. Yolen, my dear old fri
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