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. I
did not wish to alarm her unnecessarily, but she had to
know the truth.
"There have been reports of a white dragon coming and
going from the castle," I told her reluctantly. "Any number
of other creatures may have taken up residence-you have
already met the minotaurs."
"I don't know why I did not think of that before!" She
sighed, then squinted up at the icy cliff. "What route should
we take?"
I followed her gaze. "I believe the kender is right- that
is a cave opening which may lead into the castle. Though
we don't know what awaits us inside, we chance the same
thing climbing to the top, with half the risk of being spotted
from above. Whatever you decide, the climb would be safer
if we rope ourselves together."
"The old barbarian doesn't know what he's saying,"
Derek scoffed, "though his idea about the rope seems
reasonable enough. Let's waste no more time-an orb
awaits us above!" He tied a length of rope to his waist and
held the end to Sturm. "Come, Brightblade, link yourself to
me and we'll find the base of that stairway!"
Sturm's brows lifted in question. "Laurana?"
"Raggart is our guide," she said confidently. "We'll climb
to the opening."
Suddenly her expression changed to fear. Like a curtain
falling, we were engulfed in shadows. Startled, I followed
her gaze. There, high above Icewall, I saw the massive
underbelly of a white dragon as it soared from the castle's
balustrade
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