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. It might be elven, but
what kind of elf would associate with goblins?"
"It sounds to me like a human name," Garon said. He
glanced at the man, wide eyes thoughtful. "Maybe the
question is, what sort of human would associate with
goblins?"
"I guess I'd better go see about my horse and pack. Are
you bound for Barter?"
The elf nodded. "There have been a lot of rumors
lately, about trouble in the north. And omens. Did you
see the eclipses7"
"Yes. And I thought about you, Garon Wendesthalas. I
thought maybe you could tell me what it means."
"Maybe nothing," the elf said. "Or it might mean that
something very bad is about to happen." He looked
around at the grim carnage of the goblin encounter. "Far
worse than this. Maybe we'll learn more at Barter. It's the
place to listen, if there is something to be known."
Climbing the slope, Wingover collected his sword and
shield, and paused to study some of the dead goblins
there. A scouting party, he decided. But scouting for
what? And for whom?
The horse was where he had left it, skittish and wild-
eyed but still reined within the cleft of rock. Several
yards away, though, was the sprawled body of another
dead goblin. Its skull had been crushed.
"Don't blame you a bit, Geekay," Wingover reassured
the horse
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