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. 'This could be
that dragon's lair, for all we know!"
"I don't think so, Derek, this cave's too small. Besides, we're
exhausted!" Laurana said wearily. "What good will we be if we're
too tired to defend ourselves should the need arise?"
But I was scarcely aware of their debate. Inside my head a
question went round and round, louder with each revolution.
Elistan had not indicated that he was a magic-user. Though I knew
what the answer would be, I had to ask my question aloud.
"How does he know the effect is magical?" I asked, pointing to
the old man.
Laurana shrugged, unconcerned. "Elistan is a true cleric of
Paladine. His god has told him that this place is created by magic."
She turned to Elistan. "Do you think it's safe to rest here for a
while?"
I looked into the calm, though weary face of one who claimed
to be a true cleric. I saw his love for Laurana-for everyone-and
I began to dare to believe.
"I think it safe to rest for a few moments, but then I think we
should press on, as Derek suggests," Elistan said diplomatically.
Derek snorted derisively at his partial victory. Refusing the
walrus blubber I offered him, he began to pace about the cave.
Laurana, on the other hand, calmly laid down a skin and curled up
like a kitten to nap in what precious time there was.
I divided the remainder of our blubber between the other three
and myself. Sturm stood alone, chewing absently on his, watching
Derek pace
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