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"I sentence Spinner Kenro to death by hanging," she
proclaimed. "The sentence shall be carried out tomorrow
morning at dawn. Be sure that his fate is known throughout
the city. Our 'citizens' " - she sneered - "must learn what
happens to those who lose themselves in dreams."
While awaiting my execution, I was thrown into a cell
with a young half-elf named Davin. He was quiet and didn't
speak a word. But I did.
I told him my story.
While I was telling him who I was, what I was, and what
was to become of me, something miraculous was happening
out beyond the prison walls.
QUINBY CULL, THAT FEARLESS KENDER, BRAVELY
CROSSED OVER INTO THE DWARF SECTION OF THE
CITY AND SOUGHT OUT Vigre Arch.
"Did you hear about Spinner's sentence?" he demanded
of the dwarf. Before Vigre could answer, Quinby declared,
"We've got to help our friend. If he dies, there will be no
more stories."
Vigre Arch dug his boot heel into the hardpacked
ground before he finally said, "You know how I feel about
humans. They aren't worth the skin they're packed into.
You just can't trust them. But," he added, looking Quinby
straight in the eye, "Spinner is different. He isn't like the
other humans. And he certainly isn't like those dragonarmy
soldiers
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