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"Agreed," each said solemnly.
CHAPTER ONE
Dougan Redhammer
"Adventures always start in such places as this," said
Tanin, regarding the inn with a satisfied air.
"You can't be serious!" Palin said, horrified. "I wouldn't
stable my horse in this filthy place, let alone stay here
myself!"
"Actually," reported Sturm, rounding the corner of the
building after an inspection tour, "the stables are clean
compared to the inn, and they smell a damn sight better. I
say we sleep there and send the horses inside."
The inn, located on the docks of the seaside town of
Sancrist, was every bit as mean and ill-favored in
appearance as those few patrons the young men saw
slouching into it. The windows facing the docks were small
as though staring out to sea too long had given them a
perpetual squint. Light from inside could barely filter
through the dirt. The building itself was weather- and sand-
blasted and crouched in the shadows at the end of the alley
like a cutpurse waiting for his next victim. Even the name,
The Spliced Jib, had an ominous sound.
"I expected Little Brother to complain," Tanin remarked
sourly, dismounting and glaring at Sturm over the pommel
of his saddle
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