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"Well, it seems to me," said Sturm, with another yawn,
"that the only one who knows the true story is Reorx."
"Not quite, lad," said Dougan, looking uncomfortable.
"For, you see, I know the true story. And that is why I'm on
this quest."
"Which is right, then?" asked Tanin, with a wink at
Palin.
"Neither," said Dougan, appearing even more
uncomfortable. His head drooped down, his chin buried
itself in his beard, while his hands fumbled at the golden
buttons on his sopping-wet velvet coat. "You ... uh ... you
see," he mumbled, making it extremely difficult for anyone
to hear him over the splashing of the sea and the flapping of
fish on the deck, "Reorx . . . uh . . .
losttheGraygeminagameofbones."
"What?" asked Palin, leaning forward.
"Helostit," muttered the dwarf.
"I still didn't hear - "
"HE LOST THE DAMN GEM IN A GAME OF BONES!"
Dougan roared angrily, lifting his face and glaring around
him. Terrified, the gnomes immediately scattered in all
directions, more than a few getting clonked on the head by
the sail as it whizzed past. "Morgion, God of decay and
disease, tricked Reorx into making the gem. Morgion knew
that if Chaos were loosed in the world, his evil power
would grow
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