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. Hang your spell bags
around your waist. We can always get dressed again before
we reach the next village." Palin reluctantly agreed and,
other than taking some ribbing from Sturm about his skinny
legs, was thankful he did so. The jungle grew steamier as
the sun rose higher. Intermittent rain showers cooled the
brothers and the dwarf occasionally, but in the end served
only to increase the humidity.
Dougan, however, steadfastly refused to shed so much as
his broad-brimmed hat, maintaining that the heat was
nothing to a dwarf and ridiculing the humans for their
weakness. This he did with perspiration streaming down his
face until it dripped off the ends of his moustaches. He
marched along with a defiant air, as if daring one of them to
say something, and often grumbled that they were slowing
him down. Yet Palin saw Dougan more than once, when he
thought no one was looking, slump down on a rock, fan
himself with his hat, and mop his face with his beard.
By the time they arrived at the next village, which was
about a day's walk through the jungle, all of them - even the
dwarf - were so limp and tired that they barely had the
strength to put their clothes and their armor back on in
order to make an impressive show
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