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"Grallen's path leads east," he said. "On and on...
through the valley, and up the mountains beyond. I had
hoped it -- wherever I have to go -- would be closer."
"Toward Skullcap," Wingover said. "I thought as
much."
Chane gasped. 'You know where Grallen went?
"I've heard the stories," the man said. "From Rogar
Goldbuckle, and others. Grallen died at Shaman, or
somewhere nearby. It's called Skullcap, now. That
would be roughly northeast from here." He turned to see
the last of sunlight above the peaks to the west, then
turned back. "Point where it goes, this green trail of
yours."
Chane pointed, due east across the valley.
"Well, that doesn't tell us much," Wingover sighed.
"There's an easy path through the mountains over there.
But it's farther north. Where you're pointing -- that high-
est peak off there, that's called Sky's End. My map
doesn't show a trail there."
"I can only see what the stone shows me," Chane ad-
mitted. "We'll have to cross over, and look from there."
"Easy enough to say," Wingover snorted. "Just cross
over. Of course, there's a little matter of several hundred
goblins and some ogres between here and there. Do you
have any ideas on that score?"
"We have the element of surprise," Chane suggested
uncertainly.
'That's the ticket," Chess said. "We'll slip up on them
and catch them off guard."
"That seems like a lot of goblins for us to attack," Jilian
pointed out
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