After nearly a ten-day of rest at Klingger’s, the dwarves arrived, thanks to the speed of Fawnlum’s messenger, with fire in their eyes. “If you stick with me,” Fawnlum told them, “the tri-cleorps will come to you, since we killed their holy figure.” Gritcomb slapped the top of his head.  “Hoots, mon,” he exclaimed, a…