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. He took the money for Flint's purchases and word-
lessly nodded good-bye.
Chapter 2
The Trail Home
Darken Wood. The place certainly earns its name,
thought Flint. Tall pines, their needles a green that was al-
most black, towered over the forest floor-. Huge, musty
oaks, draped with thick vines and feathery moss, and even
an occasional looming vallenwood trunk that rose to disap-
pear among the foliage, prevented a single sunbeam from
reaching the ground.
The forest was not huge, but Flint knew that it sheltered a
number of dangerous denizens. Some years earlier, a small
party of mercenaries had entered Solace bearing an unusual
trophy - the head of a troll slain in these woods. Bands of
hobgoblins and worse reputedly still dwelled among the an-
cient trunks of Darken Wood.
The feeling of potential danger brought Flint a keen sense
of awareness even as his mind wandered. The narrow trail
twisted among the tree trunks, enveloped by ferns and
great, moist growths of mushrooms and other fungus. The
scent of warm earth, heavy with decay, overwhelmed the
dwarf with a thick, cloying presence
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