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"He?" the dwarf grumped, "What do spells know?
They aren't people." He looked up at the wizard. "How
much farther do we have to go?"
"Not far," Glenshadow said. "Are you tired so soon?"
"Of course I'm not tired! But I have things to do and I
don't see how all this is -"
"It is," Glenshadow assured him. 'You want to find the
helm, as you dreamed. This is how you must begin."
The dwarf scowled. 'What does this have to do with
you, though I It's my dream. What makes it important to
you?"
"It might be important to a great many people," the
wizard sighed. "In ominous times, significances take on
new meanings. I have my own reasons for helping you
fulfill your destiny, Chane Feldstone... if you can fulfill
it."
"If it's important to you, then why don't you just go
and find the helm, and let me get back to Thorbardin?
I'm not fond of having no roof over my head."
"Of course you aren't. You're a mountain dwarf. But
it's your dream, Chane Feldstone. Not mine."
"Corrosion," the dwarf muttered. "It's like trying to get
a sensible answer from that kender. What do you mean
'ominous times?' "
"There have been omens. Some have interpreted
them, and some believe them. Some think that devasta-
tion is about to fall on these lands
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