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. Lodston thrust the
wire rims around his hairy ears and peered again at the
parchment.
The black characters beneath the drawing began to swim
and wriggle before his eyes. The motion was so distracting
at first that Lodston felt a little lightheaded and dizzy. Soon,
though, the characters settled into firmer images, more in
the dwarf's mind than on the scroll.
"I can't read," he muttered in amazement, "yet I know
exactly what this says!" The elf's message in wizard-scrawl
was brief but clear:
THE QUALINESTI MAGE HAS FOUND ME.
GUARD MY SCROLLS AND BOOKS WITH YOUR
LIFE. IF I FAIL TO RETURN WITHIN A MONTH, YOU
MUST TAKE THEM TO LADONNA, MISTRESS OF
BLACK ARTS IN THE TOWER OF HIGH SORCERY AT
WAYRETH. YOU WILL FIND THEM BEHIND THE
OLD DOOR. GO INTO THE TUNNEL AND TURN
LEFT AT THE FOURTH PASSAGE. WALK TWELVE
PACES AND LOOK UP. MY STAFF AND THESE
DWARVEN GLASSES OF TRUE SEEING WILL REPAY
YOU FOR YOUR PAST AND FUTURE KINDNESSES.
DO NOT TRY TO READ THE OTHER
PARCHMENTS! THEIR POWER WOULD DESTROY
YOU AND ATTRACT MY ENEMIES.
DALAMAR
Lodston removed the enchanted glasses, only to see the
magical writing encode itself again in his mind. He
experimented with them a few more times, feeling the
message swim in and out of his awareness each time he
donned and removed the spectacles
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