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Goldbuckle eased himself back to a bench and sat
down with a thump. The girl before him was as lovely a
young dwarf-maiden as he had ever seen, and he had al-
ways thought of her as very practical and sensible, the
times she had come to shop his bazaar or to deliver pur-
chase orders for her father. But now...
"I don't have any parties going that way," he said
weakly. "Nobody goes to that wilderness. There hasn't
been a trade route through there since before the Cata-
clysm, and even then it was chancy. Of course, that
crazy Wingover has been up that way. He wagered he'd
go to Pax Tharkas and back, if I'd give him a commis-
sion. Plan of a fool. But, of course, he is a fool, to begin
with."
"Wingover? What an odd name." Jilian pursed pretty
lips. "Maybe that's who I should talk to. Where can I find
him?"
"Well, not anywhere in Thorbardin, certainly. He'd
never be allowed within twenty miles of the gate."
"Why on Krynn not? What did he do?"
'You don't understand, girl," Goldbuckle shook his
head. "Wingover isn't a dwarf. He's... well. I've traded
with him a bit and learned to trust him. But he's... well.
He's a human."
Jilian stared at him, amazed. 'What would you trade
from humans? I mean, I know there used to be some
trade, but aren't humans - ?"
"Unreliable, yes
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