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. "We'll show Kronin yet!"
"I'm sure we will, my lord," sighed Groag, mostly to
himself as another limb tore at his robe.
"Darn! I almost had it!" said Kronin, hunkered down
before a large cave at the base of a rocky hillside. His own
reddened wrist was at last free of the chain, and he was now
working on Talorin's. From the rim of the cave, the two
kender had a good view across a clearing of the
surrounding forest.
"Will you please hurry, sir?" asked Talorin, sitting on the
glassy eyed deer carcass. "Those dogs are getting awfully
close."
Kronin rose to his feet. "You're right." He looked pensive
for a moment. "Say! Why don't we split up? That would
confuse them!"
"What? Me lug this deer all alone?"
Kronin's face showed that he did not think it was such a
terrible idea. "You could always hide in this cave - "
"Sire!"
"Hmm. I suppose not." But he looked unconvinced.
"Sir, perhaps it would help you to think if you pretended
you were still chained."
"You may be right," said Kronin. "Let. me pretend I'm
still chained. Hmmmm . . ." And while Kronin pondered,
the dogs' barking got steadily louder.
Talorin cleared his throat and held out his wrist, rattling
his chain. "Um, in all due respect, sir, maybe you should
continue picking the lock
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