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"Well ... uh ... now . . ." Dougan appeared flustered.
"That's ... uh ... a good guess, lad. We are, as it happens,
mildly interested in ... uh ... the Gray-gem. If you'd be so
good as to tell us where we might find it - "
"You can't have it," said the warrior, his voice still
depressed sounding. He raised his spear. "We're here to
stop you."
The warriors behind him nodded unenthusiastically,
fumbling with their spears and clumsily falling into some
sort of ragged battle formation. Again, Palin noticed many
of them looking into the jungle with that same nervous,
preoccupied expression.
"Well, we're going to take it!" Tanin shouted fiercely,
apparently trying to drum up some enthusiasm for the
battle. "You'll have to fight us to stop us."
"I guess we will," mumbled the chief, hefting his spear
in half-hearted fashion.
Somewhat confused, Tanin and Sturm nevertheless drew
their swords, as Dougan, his face grim, lifted his axe. The
words to a spell chant were on Palin's lips, the Staff of
Magius seemed to tremble with eagerness in his hand. But
Palin hesitated. From all he'd heard, battles weren't
supposed to be like this! Where was the hot blood? the
ferocious hatred? the bitter determination to die where one
stood rather than give an inch of ground?
The warriors shuffled forward, prodding each other
along
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