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. After watching
and listening intently for a moment, he drew nearer Tanin.
"There's something in the jungle," he said in an
undertone.
"I wouldn't doubt it," Tanin growled. "Probably another
fifty or so warriors."
"I don't know," Palin said thoughtfully, shaking his
head. "The warriors appear to be nervous about it, maybe
even - "
"Shush!" Tanin ordered sharply. "This is no time to talk,
Palin! Now keep behind Sturm and me, like you're
supposed to!"
"But - " Palin began.
Tanin flashed him a look of anger, meant to remind the
young man who was in charge. With a sigh, Palin took up
his position behind his brothers. But his eyes went to the
jungle, and he again noticed that more than one of the
warriors allowed his gaze as well to stray in that direction.
"Hail!" cried Dougan, stumping through the sand to
stand in front of a warrior who, by standing out slightly in
front of his fellows, appeared to be the chief. "Us gods!"
proclaimed the dwarf, thumping himself on the chest.
"Come from Land of Rising Sun to Give Greeting to our
Subjects on Isle of Gargath."
"You're a dwarf," said the warrior glumly, speaking
excellent Common. "You've come from Ansalon and
you're probably after the Graygem
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