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... Daergar? It didn't seem
likely to him. Surely someone would have noticed.
"There's a creature with long, flexible arms and not a
bone in its body."
Chane looked up. "What? Where?"
"In the Sirrion Sea," the kender said. "Aren't you pay-
ing attention? That's what I'm talking about. The Sirrion
Sea. They also say that there is a gigantic island out
there, just far enough from the Isle of Sancrist to be out
of sight, that isn't an island at all. It's really a gnomish
ship, hundreds and hundreds of years old, that was sup-
posed to drive itself by a geared rod with a weight atop
it. The reason it's in the sea, they say, is because the
gnomes who built it set out westward and that was as far
as they got before the falling rod buried itself in the ocean
floor. They've been working on it ever since, trying to
iron out all the bugs, and it just keeps getting bigger and
bigger."
With a low growl, Chane Feldstone returned to his
own thoughts. The First Roads One of the Halls of Jus-
tice? There was so much to Thorbardin, so many differ-
ent parts and places in the kingdom beneath the Kharolis
Mountains. Chane Feldstone had seen so few of them,
and almost none of the outside perimeters and capping
peaks that protected the dwarven kingdom
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