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The kender skipped past again, as happy as a child
with a roomful of new toys. "See anybody you know?"
he asked Chane. "Wonder what they were fighting
about..." He hurried on, toward a new mound that he
hadn't yet explored. Then he paused, thoughtfully, and
turned back. "Have you thought about taking that ham-
mer and breaking some of them out of the ice? I mean,
just to see if they'd go on fighting?"
Chane rounded on him, furious. "I wish you'd just
shut up! You might at least show a little respect."
"Then don't break them out." The kender shrugged. "It
was just a thought, anyway." He went on his way.
"That kender would rob a graveyard and not think
twice about it," the dwarf muttered. Still, the question
was intriguing. Were they really dead in there? Or were
they only suspended? He thought about it and decided he
didn't want to know.
Chane went on, searching this way and that, not sure
what he was looking for except that the tingle on his fore-
head became more pronounced as he worked his way
eastward. Something here, it suggested, would tell him
where Grallen had gone all those long years ago.
As he knelt beside another clustered mound - inside,
dwarves with pikes held their ground against dwarves
with swords and axes - the kender appeared again from
somewhere and stopped beside him
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