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. But to reach the mountains east of there
he would have to cross it.
They had seen no further sign of the big cats. If the
beasts lived in the valley, they had obviously gone home
during the night. In the distance, beyond the mists,
morning sun haloed the caps of tall peaks that jutted up-
ward like lizards' teeth. At one point, somewhat to the
north, there was a gap that might be a pass.
"Does your map say what's beyond those next moun-
tains?" he asked.
"Another valley," the kender said. "It's called the Vale
of Respite. And beyond it are more mountains. Some re-
ally big ones. According to one of the maps, the northern
gate of Thorbardin is over there someplace. I've never
seen that. Have you?"
"Not from outside," Chane admitted. He growled
again, thinking about Firestoke's "armsmen" - actually
just a gang of toughs, the sort who were all too common
in some of the warrens and even parts of some of the clan
cities in the undermountain domain. Firestokel The old
rustbucket had made Chane believe that he was helping
him, outfitting him for a journey, providing armed com-
panions... and had betrayed him. What must Jilian
think? Thinking of Jilian he became so melancholy that
he went back to thinking about her father instead
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