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Chane sighed and tried another tack.
Grallen had learned... so the Irda said... that there
was a secret entrance, and that Thorbardin would be
threatened by invasion because of that entrance. But
where was it'! Grallen had not been in Thorbardin when
he learned of that; he had been outside, fighting in the
Dwarfgate Wars. Grallen had not returned alive, but he
had tried - or at least intended - to find the secret pas-
sage and block it somehow.
The dwarf rubbed his chin. Where, then, did Grallen
go? Using his crystal, Chane could see a green line that he
intended to follow. It was, he trusted, Grallen's path.
And yet, where did it lead?
"Five unicorns," Chestal Thicketsway said.
Again the dwarf glanced around, startled. "Where7"
"What?"
"You said 'five unicorns.' Where?"
"Oh, all over," the kender shrugged. "I'm not even sure
I believe him, you know. Capstick Heelfeather has been
known to exaggerate. But that's what he says. He says he
has personally seen five unicorns. So far, I've only seen
one."
"I wish that wizard would come back," the dwarf
muttered.
"Why? I thought you didn't like him."
"I don't. I wouldn't trust that mage as far as I can spit,
but he knows a lot of things about outside that I don't
know."
"Is that all?" The kender brightened. "I've been outside
all my life
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