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. Are you going to come down?"
"I can't." The flier shook his head. "Ground effect, I
think. Do you have any foods"
"A little. Dried meat and flatbread. Why?"
"How about raisins? Do you have raisins?"
"I don't think so."
"Well, whatever you have will just have to do," the
flier called. A rope began to descend from the white
thing, with a small basket tied to its end. "How about
sending some up?"
Chess dug around in his pack. There were all sorts of
things in it, mostly just odds and ends he had picked up,
and in most cases he didn't recall where or why. The ken-
der found dried meat and a few flatbreads he had picked
up in the Irda's hut. The basket descended on its rope,
and when he could reach it Chess deposited some of what
he had in it. The food was hauled upward.
"Why are you looking for cats?" Chess called.
"Some people wanted to know about them. Man
called Wingover. He's sure this valley is full of cats, so I
came to see. I haven't found any."
"They're the Irda's cats. She went away, and I guess
they went with her. You're a gnome, aren't you?"
"I am. Bobbin's the name."
"I'm Chestal Thicketsway. Do you know anything
about old gnomish engines? Like siege engines from ages
back? There are several of those off that direction, but I
couldn't tell much about them
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