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"But -" Goldbuckle's eyes widened. "But that isn't
even the wilderness. That's well within Thorbardin's
realm."
"That's what I thought. Garon and I think they were a
scouting party, but that's about all we could learn. The
one that we kept alive - or tried to - had a spell on him.
It killed him before he could tell us anything, except a
name. Darkmoor. Do you know about anyone by that
name? Or anyone called Commander?"
The dwarf shook his head.
Wingover shrugged. "Maybe we'll never know what
it's all about. What are these rumors you mentioned?"
"Oh, just odds and ends. Someone said that goblins
were seen in upper Dergoth recently, and several people
have mentioned seeing more ogres than usual. They said
the ogres seemed to be laughing sometimes, as though at
a great joke."
"What's a joke to an ogre could be bad news for any-
one else," the man noted. "What else?"
"Well... they say that some of the plains tribes in the
northern lands have begun migrations southward, with
tales of strange happenings in the Khalkists."
"What sort of happenings?"
"Oh, people disappearing and that sort of thing."
"People disappear all the time."
"But not usually whole villages ... even whole
tribes."
"Not usually, no."
"Tarnish," the dwarf rumbled. "It's an uncertain world
we live in, Wingover, and troubling times
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