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. Maybe, some suggested, he
had gone to carry dispatches for Rogar Goldbuckle to his
commodity camp west of Thorbardin in the Kharolis
Mountains. But, no, one of Goldbuckle's guardsmen had
said that he was sure there had been no dispatches lately,
and since Goldbuckle was preparing for a pack-trip to
Barter, he would carry any such messages himself.
She had become more worried by the day. It was not
like Chane to just disappear without telling her where he
was going, Yet, since the day she had taken him to see her
father - she had been sure her father would help him, but
he had flatly refused - Chane had been absent. Someone
said they thought Chane might have gone back again,
alone, to talk with Slag Firestoke. But her father said he
hadn't seen the whelp again and, furthermore, didn't
want to.
Jilian had only recently - as they said in the polite
sectors - "come of age," and had no shortage of admirers
among the young male dwarves of Thorbardin. A petite
and sturdy four feet three, with the wide, subtly chiseled
face of a dwarven angel and a curvaceous shape that
even the most modest of clothing could not hide, it was
natural that she should have suitors. And she did. They
came by the dozens, and Slag Firestoke busied himself in-
vestigating the family lineage and financial means of
each one
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