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. I could not believe my eyes. Long
ago, right before the Cataclysm, all clerics of the true gods
had vanished from the world, my own great-great-great
grandfather among them. With them vanished the ability of
the clerics to work the will of the gods in the world, to
perform healing and other magical spells. Many said that
this was because the true gods themselves had forsaken
Krynn, but my family did not believe this. Since that day,
we had pledged ourselves to wait for some sign of the return
of the true gods. None had lived to see that day. Nervously,
I rubbed at my eyes with grubby fists, hoping to erase the
image.
But when I looked up again, the medallion still hung
from Elistan's neck. A sickness grew in my stomach. I had
always prayed that I would be the one to discover a true
cleric-one who could perform miracles-as a sign that the
true gods had returned. But in my heart of hearts, I never
really believed I would. Face to face with the symbol
heralding that discovery, I still did not-could not-believe
it! He must be a charlatan, and I wanted nothing more than
to escape someone who would try to trick us.
"You drive a hard bargain, elf woman " Harald finally
said to Laurana. "I like you-I don't trust you entirely-but
I like you." His laughter pounded against the frozen glacier.
"As a sign of our good faith, and to aid you in returning
within seven days, we will send with you a guide
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