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other faction demanded that they be given the Graygem to
take apart and see how it worked.
"As the two sides fought, their aspect changed. . . . Thus
were born the races of the dwarves, who carve rock and
think constantly of wealth; and kender, driven by their
insatiable curiosity to roam the world. The Graygem
escaped during the confusion and was last seen heading
westward, a party of gnomes and Lord Gargath in pursuit.
And that," finished Palin, somewhat out of breath, "is the
story of the Graygem - unless you ask a dwarf, that is."
"Why? What do the dwarves say?" demanded Tanin,
looking at Dougan with a somewhat sickly grin.
Dougan fetched up a sigh that might have come from the
tips of his black shoes. "The dwarves have always
maintained that THEY are the chosen of Reorx, that he
forged their race out of love, and that gnomes and kender
came about from trial and error until he got it right."
Boos. The gnomes appeared highly indignant, but were
instantly subdued by Dougan whirling around and fixing
them with a piercing stare. "According to the dwarves,
Reorx created the Graygem to give them as a gift and it was
stolen by the gnomes." More boos, but these hushed
immediately at a glower from Dougan
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