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. The path was empty now, as far
as they could see. But just opposite the two, in a shad-
owed canyon from which the path emerged, something
was moving, coming toward the turn. Heavy footfalls
crunched in the rubble of the path. Footfalls... and a
deep, harsh voice that broke into cruel laughter.
"See 'em run!" the voice rumbled up from the
shadows. "Blood an' gore. Me, I go an' find me more.
Bash 'ere skulls an' break 'ere bones! Let 'em go? Haw!
Not me. Not Loam!"
The figure that emerged from the darkness was huge -
a massive, wide-bodied thing that loped down the path
on bowed, gnarled legs. It carried a huge club in one
hand, which it flailed as though it were a twig.
'%lake 'em run!" the thing bellowed as it passed di-
rectly below the dwarf and the kender. "Make 'em fleet
Make 'em die... in agony. Hee, hee!"
It skidded in the rubble, faltered for just an instant,
and changed course, heading down the cutback where
the fleeing people had gone.
"What in tarnish is that?" Chane whispered.
"Ugly, isn't it!" the kender said. 'They're even uglier in
front. Here, I'll show you."
Before Chane could react, the kender stood, drew his
hoopak-sling, and sent a large pebble flying after the
monster. The pebble bounced off the thing's skull with a
distant thud
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