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. He challenged Reorx to a game, with the
Graygem as the stakes and . . ." The dwarf fell silent,
scowling down at his shoes.
"He gambled it in away in a BONE GAME?" Sturm
finished in amazement.
"Aye, lad," said Dougan, sighing heavily. "You see,
Reorx has one little flaw. Just a tiny flaw, mind you,
otherwise he is as fine and honorable a gentleman as one
could hope to meet. But" - the dwarf heaved another sigh -
"he does love his bottle, and he does love a good wager."
"Oh, so you know Reorx, do you?" Sturm said with a
yawn that cracked his jaws.
"I'm proud to say so," said Dougan seriously, stroking
his beard and curling his moustaches. "And, with his help,
I've managed after all these years to locate the Graygem.
With the assistance of these lads here" - he smote a
passing gnome on the shoulder, completely bowling the
little fellow over - "and with the help of you three fine
young men, we'll recover it and . . . and . . ." Dougan
stopped, seeming confused.
"And?"
"And return it to Reorx, naturally," the dwarf said,
shrugging.
"Naturally," Tanin responded. Glancing over at Sturm,
who had fallen asleep on the deck, the big man caught a
gnome in the act of making off with his brother's helm
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