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. Young
Tanis had stood for hours watching the dwarf's demonstra-
tions in the elven city, staying afterward to talk. Flint under-
stood the boy, who seemed unhappy because of his mixed
heritage, and the two spent many pleasant hours together
whenever the business of selling his crafts brought Flint near
Qualinesti.
The dwarf was tempted now to find the half-elf. On their
last night together at the Inn of the Last Home, Tanis had
said he was going to go on a quest that would bring him to
terms with his heritage at last. Flint presumed Tanis meant
he was going back to face the full-blooded elven relatives of
his in the city of Qualinost who had never really accepted
the half-elf. The dwarf was somewhat concerned about his
friend, but he had shrugged off any misgivings. After all,
the companions had agreed to separate for five years, and
Flint would be damned if he'd be the one to break that agree-
ment.
So he would give Qualinost a wide berth and follow the
forest paths instead. He knew that if he kept a steady pace
he would pass from the wood around nightfall.
Flint began to wonder now, in the quiet of Darken Wood,
if he hadn't been fanciful, believing even half of what the
dwarf back at Jessab's had said
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