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Chane stood, gazing past the rising bridge, across the
gorge at the sheer face of Sky's End. They had come
down from a high ledge, along a narrow switchback trail
that approached the bridge from a sharp angle. No
straight approach from the west was possible, because
the bridge footings ran nearly to the sheer, clifflike face
of the cutaway mountain. It had, now that Chane
thought of it, seemed odd that a bridge should end at
right angles to the foot.of a diff, but he had other things
on his mind when they'd first encountered it.
Chane took a deep breath and nodded. Intuition so
strong it was beyond question poured through him.
"I know where it is," he muttered.
Beyond the west end of the bridge, at the foot of Sky's
End's towering cliff, was a rockfall. And behind the rock-
fall... it had to be. An ancient tradeway, under the
mountain. A tradeway that would lead to the warrens.
The forgotten entrance to Thorbardin. Forgotten be-
cause an old war had brought an end to trade.
"Hello!"
Chane blinked and turned. Just a few yards away,
level with the bridge, the soarwagon hovered over the
gorge. The gnome waved at them. "Do you want this
pole back?" he called. "I don't have any use for it, and it's
a clumsy thing to carry around."
"Why don't you just drop it?" the kender asked
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