As the last of the Barrow newbies sat in the auditorium, the stage lights started to go out one by one, as a troupe of dwarves started pushing the set pieces offstage for storage in the wings. A lonely neekerbreeker in the rafters set up a monotonous "neek-breek-neek-breek".
At the top of the aisle, a coverall-clad troll pushing a broom started to make the long trip down the ramp. half-way down he stopped to look at the last stragglers still taking up seats.
"Show's over kid. Beat it."
The troll continued his slow progress down the aisle, stopping only once to pick up a strangely winking button off the floor, which he glanced at without interest, then shoved in his pocket.
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