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. "It's from your own con-
signee in Pax Tharkas. And it's unbroken."
The dwarf inspected pack and seal, grumbling as he
went over it. "It was a stupid wager anyway, and had I
been sober at the time you'd not have duped me into it.
How much was it, again?"
'You know very well how much it was," Wingover
said. "Now pay up. And what do you mean, 'duped?' It
was your idea, as I recall."
"I was just trying to do you a good turn," Goldbuckle
snapped. 'You had nothing constructive to do, so I
thought I'd give you an opportunity for a pleasant out-
ing."
"Pleasant outing? When was the last time you tried to
cross that wilderness, you old charlatan? I made it there
and back, but it's not something I'll do again for a while.
What with thieves and waylayers at every turn, and
cave-ogres... and cats."
"Cats?"
"Cats. Oh, yes. And goblins. Why are there goblins
this far south, Rogar? Have you heard anything?"
"You actually saw goblins?" the dwarf's eyes nar-
rowed. "There have been some rumors, of course,
but -"
"Not only saw them, but fought them. Garon Wendes-
thalas and I. He was on his way down from Qualinost,
and a band of armed goblins set a trap for him. I hap-
pened along and spoiled the party. Half a day from here,
or not much farther. Where the trail comes down from
Grieving Ridge
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