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. "What is it?"
Wingover tried to reach across the saddle, to grab the
garment out of her hand, but couldn't reach it. "Put that
back," he demanded.
"That ogre ripped my clothing," Jilian said. "But what
is this thing, anyway?"
"It's a cleric's robe," Wingover snapped. "I traded some
deerhides for it."
"Why? What did you want it for?"
"I intend to sleep in it! Sometime, if ever I find a quiet
room in a civilized place. Now, let's drop the subject. If
you can use it, go ahead, I guess. Do you want me to -- 7"
"I think I can tend to the fitting." Jilian smiled, folding
the robe and turning back to the open pack to see what
else might be useful. She had help now. The kender had
lost interest in ogre internals and was up on the boulder,
helping her rummage.
'You have some nice stuff in here," Chess told the man.
"There are goblins or something all over down there,"
Chane said, peering down at the valley. 'They're out in
squadrons, patrolling all over the place. We won't be
able to go around them."
"Through them, then?" Chess asked, looking up from
a saddlebag.
"I wish we had Bobbin to sort out a route for us," the
man said. "But he went the other way, and there's no tell-
ing when he might show up again. By the way, where's
the wizard? I haven't seen him since we came down from
the pass."
"He went up," Chane said.
"I guess we'll just have to find our way, then."
Wingover looked at the sky
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