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. His
family figured he had dropped off the edge of the world.
But, a few years back, I happened to be drinking with a
group of minotaurs. One thing led to another, there was a
game, as I recall, and I won this map off of them."
Reaching into the pocket of his red velvet coat (now much
the worse for wear and salt water), Dougan pulled out a
piece of parchment and handed it to Tanin.
"It's a minotaur map, all right," Tanin said, setting it down
on the listing rail and smoothing it out, trying to keep his
balance at the same time. Sturm lurched over to see, and
Palin crowded next to him, bracing himself on the Staff of
Magius. Though it was written in the uncouth language of
the man-beasts, the map was drawn with the precision and
skill for which minotaurs are grudgingly renowned by the
civilized races of Krynn. There was no mistaking the
continent of Ansalon or, much farther to the west, a tiny
island with the word "Gargath" written out to the side.
"What does that mean?" Sturm asked, pointing to an
ominous-looking symbol next to the island. "That thing that
looks like a bull's head with a sword stuck through it."
"That?" repeated Dougan, shrugging nonchalantly.
Snatching the map from Tanin, he rolled it up hastily
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