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. The old tales of
untold evils that might yet lurk about the blasted and
glazed grotesqueries of Skullcap Mountain to the
north - the legends of the glory of King Duncan and the
noble Prince Grallen - grew dim.
It was not in the nature of mountain dwarves to dwell
upon the past. And certainly, in the teeming cities of
Thorbardin, few cared to reflect upon such antiquities.
Under the Kharolis Mountains, Thorbardin was what
it had always been - hundreds of square miles of busy,
bustling, squabbling, and delving dwarfdom, where the
past was past and the problems of any one person were
seldom of concern to many others.
And this was the reality that Jilian Firestoke faced. No
one knew where Chane Feldstone had gone, and no one
except her really cared, either. However, she was sure
now that she knew where Chane had gone, and certain of
the mischief her father had engineered.
And so, as was her custom, Jilian made up her own
mind.
"I am going outside," she told her neighbor, Silicia
Orebrand. "I intend to go and find Chane Feldstone and
bring him home. There is just no telling what sort of mess
he may be in out there."
The stocky Silicia's eyes went wide with horror. "Out-
side? Do you mean outside, outside?"
"Of course I mean outside," Jilian said. "Chane's dream
told him to go and find an old helmet, because Thor-
bardin was threatened and it was up to him to save it
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