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More armored figures followed the first. The stag
backed a few steps, more for his world than for himself.
There were only a few creatures, if ugly ones, but their
presence in this wood, in this world, meant unthinkable
things.
He shook himself and murmured aloud, "The Royal
Peris has a gift for understatement. 'Strangers' indeed." He
tensed his muscles for flight, but stepped forward. "I greet
you."
Nothing happened. The dragon-men stared in all
directions, unhearing and unseeing.
He concentrated and said more loudly, "I greet you."
The leader leapt into the air, his wings holding him aloft
a moment. Where the pegasi in flight looked graceful, this
thing looked foul as it sank back, half-rejected by ground
and air alike.
It watched the stag suspiciously. "Where did you come
from?"
The stag shuddered at the hollow, awkward voice that
sounded like a dried man, but he answered it bravely. "From
Darken Wood, where you are. Where have you come
from?"
The dragon-thing ignored the question. "Darken
Wood?" He held his sword at guard. "This is an evil place."
He lisped slightly.
The stag wondered, none too happily, if the thing's
tongue were forked.
"Evil only to those who bring evil with them
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