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. "I don't like goblins, either."
When Wingover came down the trail, Garon Wenndes-
thalas was waiting for him. The human dismounted.
"Sling your pack up here with mine," he told the elf. "I'll
walk with you."
Wendesthalas tied his pack to Geekay's saddle skirt
and turned away, his long stride setting a brisk pace.
Wingover walked beside him, leading Geekay, and
found himself thinking about the manner of the elf's in-
quisition of the goblin. He glanced at the lithe, almost-
human ranger pacing him. In many ways, it seemed to
Wingover, the race of elves could be the gentlest of the
people of Krynn. And in many ways the wisest. Yet there
was nothing gentle and seemingly little wise in Garon's
treatment of the goblin.
Is it possible for me to really understand him or his
kind, the man wondered. Can any race ever truly under-
stand any other?
He mulled it over for a few minutes, then decided.
Probably not.
Wingover turned his thoughts to another race. He had
a gambling debt to collect from Rogar Goldbuckle. Not
that the dwarf would try to cheat him. Such was not
Goldbuckle's way. Still, dwarves could be full of
surprises.
Chapter 10
Thouqh it had started only as a seasonal en-
campment, a meeting place for those of various races
whose lot it was to go abroad and trade commodities to
supply their various realms, Barter now was a bustling
little town
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