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. Chane
felt himself nodding, then yawned and lay his head on
the table. The kender was already asleep.
* * * * *
Chane and his companions weren't the only ones who
watched the omen of the moons. A hundred miles north-
west, in the glades of Qualinost, the elves of Qualinesti
saw it and sent rangers to spread the word. Something
was forecast that demanded study. Evil was afoot.
Eighty miles due west of the Valley of Waykeep, mages
at the Tower of High Sorcery also watched the dark
moon occlude first the white and then the red. Councils
were called - councils at which the wearers of white
robes and those who wore red were much more in evi-
dence than the wearers of black.
North of the wilderness, at the great pass city of Pax
Tharkas, people lined the battlements to watch the
moons in wonder.
And twenty miles from the ancient temple of Gargath,
across the ridge line separating Waykeep from the Vale of
Respite, ranks of armed goblins spread across the north
end of a fertile valley, awaiting orders for their advance
southward, where unsuspecting villages lay sleeping
among the moonlit fields. Among them, aloof and
haughty, were some far larger creatures - ogres who had
come from their lairs to join the goblin horde, knowing
there would soon be sport for them.
On a brushy rise above the goblins' dark camps a lone
figure stood, looking into the sky
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