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"All right, we'll go!" said Tanin. "Though I'd rather face
a dragon than fight the power of some sort of weird rock - "
"Ha, ha, dragon!" repeated the dwarf, with a sickly grin
that Tanin was too preoccupied to notice.
The brothers and the dwarf walked up to the chief, who
was hanging laundry out to dry and keeping an anxious eye
on the stew pot to see that it didn't boil over.
"Listen to me, men!" Tanin called loudly, motioning the
warriors of the village to gather around him. "My brothers
and the dwarf and I are going to go to the castle of this Lord
Gargath to take the Graygem. Would any of you like to
come along?"
Glancing at each other, the warriors shook their heads.
"Well, then," Tanin continued in exasperation, "will any
of you go with us as our guide? You can come back when
we reach the castle."
Again, the warriors shook their heads.
"Then we'll go alone!" Tanin said fiercely. "And we will
return with the Graygem or leave our lives in that castle!"
Spinning on his heel, the big man stalked out of the camp,
his brothers and the dwarf marching behind. As they left,
however, they encountered dark looks from the warriors
and heard muttered comments. More than a few shook their
fists at them
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