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"No," said the dwarf, watching in disapproval. He had
refused to either make or carry a wooden spear. "A fine
sight I'd look if I'm killed, standing before Reorx with a
stick in my hand! Naw, I need no weapon but my bare
hands!" the dwarf had snarled. Now he was rubbing his
chin, pacing back and forth beneath the strange walls that
were now made of shining black marble. "I know nothing
of this present Lord Gargath, save what I could find out
from those cowards." Dougan waved his hand
contemptuously at the long-gone warriors.
"What do they say?"
"That he is what you might expect of someone who has
been under the influence of the Graygem for years!"
Dougan said, eyeing Tanin irritably. "He is a wild man!
Capable of great good or great evil, as the mood - or the
gem - sways him. Some say," the dwarf added in low tones,
switching his gaze to Palin, "that he is a wizard. A
renegade, granting his allegiance to neither White, nor
Black, nor Red. He lives only for himself - and the gem."
Shivering, Palin gripped his staff more tightly.
Renegade mages refused to follow the laws and judgments
of the Conclave of Wizards, laws that had been handed
down through the centuries in order to keep magic alive in a
world where it was despised and distrusted
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