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. "Daylight will be gone in an
hour. I guess we can try to cross by night. It's only a few
miles, straight across... unless we decided to change
our minds and just make for Thorbardin." He had their
attention, and the expressions forming on various faces
brought a grin to his own. "Just checking," he said. "I
wouldn't want to try to slip through a valley full of gob-
lins unless I was pretty sure everybody with me is as de-
termined as I am."
Chane Feldstone's thoughtful frown didn't relax. The
dwarf stepped closer to the human, looked up into his
eyes, and held his gaze. "I never wanted to get involved
in anything like this. I didn't want to wind up in the wil-
derness, or fight ogres and goblins, or be singled out to
finish some task that was begun before ever I was born.
But I won't turn back now. I wouldn't if I could. Do you
know why? It's because something very bad is happening
...or is going to happen. I happen to be here, and I hap-
pen to have a chance to do something about it. If I don't,
then who is going to?"
"I wouldn't miss it for anything," Chestal Thicketsway
assured Wingover. "And I think that goes for Zap, too."
He glanced around at nothing in particular. "Doesn't it,
Zap?"
"Misery and confusion," something silent seemed to say.
The kender grinned. "That means he can hardly wait
to see what happens next."
Jilian Firestoke peered out from behind a screen of
mountain brush, where she was doing something
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