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In this, my hope to hear anything useful was slim, for the
Historian is notoriously close-mouthed, especially when
something he has seen in the past might affect the future.
Knowing this, I asked only for him to tell me whether or not
the legend was true. Did my twin father a child? Does he or
she live still on this world?
His response was typical of that enigmatic man, whom
some whisper is the god Gilean, himself. "If it is true, it will
become known. If not, it won't."
I have agreed to allow the inclusion of the legend in
this volume as a curiosity and because it might, in the
distant future, have some bearing upon the history of Krynn.
The reader should be forewarned, however, that my friends
and I regard it as veritable gossip.
- Caramon Majere
Twilight touched the Wayward Inn with its gentle
hand, making even that shabby and ill-reputed place seem a
restful haven to those who walked or rode the path that led
by its door. Its weather-beaten wood - rotting and worm-
ridden when seen in broad daylight - appeared rustic in the
golden-tinged evening. Its cracked and broken
windowpanes actually sparkled as they caught the last rays
of dying light, and the shadows hit the roof just right so that
no one could see the patches
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