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. Word of their coming
must have traveled in some mysterious way (Palin thought
he knew, then, the reason for the strange drum beats they'd
been hearing), for they were met by the men of the village
and the children. The men regarded them coldly (though
more than a few eyes flashed at the sight of the elven
armor), gave them food and drink, and indicated a hut
where they could spend the night. Tanin made a stirring
speech about storming Gargath Castle and asked for
volunteers.
The only response was dark looks, shuffling feet, and a
muttered comment, "I can't, I got a chicken stewing. . . ."
This being no more than they had expected, the brothers
stripped off their armor and their clothes and went to bed.
Their night's rest was unbroken, save for slapping at some
sort of winged, carnivorous insect that apparently had a
craving for human flesh, and one other incident.
Around midnight, Tanin was wakened by the dwarf,
shaking his shoulder and loudly calling his name.
"Whasit?" mumbled Tanin sleepily, fumbling for his
sword.
"Nay, lad, put your weapon away," said Dougan, hurriedly.
"I just need to know something, lad. You and me and your
brothers, we're comrades, aren't we?"
Tanin recalled, as well as he could recall anything, that
the dwarf had seemed particularly anxious about this and
had repeated the question several times
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