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. "It's strange," he told Jilian when he re-
turned. "It's as if this place has been lived in - but isn't
now. Recently vacated. I had the same feeling once when
I stumbled across a village of the Parwind people on the
plains. At least it had been one of their villages; the tents
had all been folded and the people were gone. That place
felt the way this place feels. It's as though the area had ac-
customed itself to being home to someone, and now it
doesn't quite know what to do with itself."
Jilian gazed at the man thoughtfully, then shrugged.
"Humans are very strange people," she decided, and set
about cooking their supper.
A shadow flitted across the twilight clearing and a
sharp, high-pitched voice called from overhead, "I'm
hungry! How about sending up some supper?"
Bobbin and his soarwagon were with them again.
Wingover looked at the contrivance hovering above the
camp and shook his head. He had seen gnomes from time
to time, but he had never encountered a mad one. He
cupped his hands and called, "I want to know about this
valley."
"What about it?" the gnome called back.
"Everything that you see that might be useful to me.
Like how far north does it go, and are there dangers
ahead, and where does it come out?"
"It's a big place. I haven't seen the whole thing
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