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Following a hot tip that Cygnar was raiding a mine, Magnus called together his boys and went into the mines. Stepping out from the shaft, Magnus glanced around with hard, cool eyes. He stood at the top of the wooden platform, and willed his 'jacks forward. With a nod, Boomhowler and his boys squeezed through the doorway and started to fan out into the cavern. Grogspar spit disdainfully, and muttered something about "bad luck underground" as he stepped into the chamber. Master Gunner McNaile followed, sizing up the dusty, hewn walls and ceiling.
"Me boys ain't likin' this tomb." muttered Boomhowler. Several of the trollkin nodded their heads, and sniffed unhappily.
Magnus glared, making it obvious he'd heard enough belly aching from the crew.
Silence followed, and Magnus took a step into the dim light of the mine. The creaking of the wooden platform nearly masked the tiny footfalls of a small figure wearing a dapper hat and drab coat.
"Kill them all," ordered Magnus. "But save the Gunslinger for me."
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