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. "What is this dragon orb, anyway?
And if it's so valuable, who would keep it in a frozen,
abandoned castle at the farthest edge of the glacier?
Someone with something to hide, that's who!"
Harald shook his head firmly. "I cannot say. The gods
move in mysterious ways." He shook me slightly. "But
whether he is a true cleric or an enemy scout sent to
determine our strength, we need our best guide to watch
them. That someone is you."
I, Raggart Knug, cleric of the Ice Folk, looked into my
chieftain's icy blue eyes and knew that only death would
save me from guiding the strangers to Icewall Castle.
We were just preparing to depart when the kender, who
had been standing next to Laurana, shifting impatiently
from one foot to the other, said cheerfully, "Well, who
wants me?"
"They do!" both sides cried, pointing to the other. It
seemed tempers were going to flare again, Derek refusing to
take Tasslehoff and the dwarf insisting that the kender be
packed off to Icewall Castle without delay. In the end, it was
Harald who decided Tasslehoffs fate.
"The kender goes!" he said firmly.
I thought even Laurana appeared a bit downcast at this
decision.
The ice bear also proved difficult. He refused, quite violently I
might add, to leave Laurana until she spoke with him at length. I
wonder how much he understood; I think her tone convinced him.
The bear accompanied Harald, and I noticed that our leader kept
his distance from the sulking bear as he led the search party back
to the ice boat
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