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. Earth is their natural ele-
ment. Probably another one came along and dug him out.
You'll have to be very watchful now. Ogres don't forget a
slight or a defeat. This one won't forget you, Chane."
"Loam," the dwarf muttered. "His name is Loam."
"His buddy's name is Cleft," Chestal Thicketsway of-
fered. "I saw him farther up, that day. But I didn't know
ogres helped each other."
"Against anyone else, they will," the man told him.
"They are not pleasant to have as enemies."
Jilian clung closely to Chane, her wide eyes alert and
darting about the mountainscape. She had never seen an
ogre, but she had heard of the creatures. If Chane had
ogres after him, she had a feeling he would need all the
help he could find.
Wingover scanned the skies, wishing abruptly that
Bobbin and his flying whatzit would show up. 'You can
never find a gnome when you need one," he muttered.
Chane glanced around. "Why do you need the
gnome?"
"It would be nice to have some idea what's beyond the
next turn," the man said. "I still think he could scout for
us, if he would just stick around."
"He doesn't have much control of the soarwagon,"
Chess pointed out. "It just sort of goes where it pleases
most of the time."
Wingover busied himself with trying to calm Geekay.
He kept a firm grip on the animal's lead, scratched its
ears and stroked its nose. The horse had been skittish for
the past hour, and Wingover wasn't sure whether it was
the recent presence here of an ogre, or possibly some dis-
tant scent of goblins that worried him
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