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. "My . . . um .
. . crew of cutthroats."
"The gods help us!'" Tanin prayed fervently. "We're on a
gnome ship."
"And that Thing?" Palin's voice failed, he couldn't ask.
"That's the ... uh ... sail," Dougan mumbled, wringing
water out of his beard. He made a vague gesture with his
hand. "It'll be back again in about ten minutes, so ... um ...
be prepared."
"What in the Abyss is a dwarf doing on a gnome ship?"
Tanin demanded.
Dougan's embarrassment increased. "Ah, well, now," he
muttered, twirling his long moustache around his index
finger. "That's a bit of a long story. Perhaps I'll have time to
tell you - "
Balancing himself on the heaving deck with the aid of
the staff, Palin looked out to sea. An idea had occurred to
him, and his heart was beginning to sink at about the same
rate it appeared this vessel was sinking. The sun was behind
them, they were heading west, riding on a gnome ship with
a dwarf captain. . . .
"The Graygem!" Palin murmured.
"Aye, laddie!" Dougan cried, clapping the young mage
on the back. "You've womped the lizard in the gullet, as the
gully dwarves say. THAT is the reason I'm on this . . . um . .
. somewhat unique vessel and THAT," continued Dougan,
rocking back on his feet, his belly thrust out in front of him,
"is my quest!"
"What?" asked Tanin suspiciously
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