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"No human has been allowed in these mountains for
twenty-five years!" he huffed, angrily.
The ogre stood before him, his huge sword held
defensively across his chest. Chin jutting in determination,
Gobasch regarded the dwarf, the ogre's three tusks bristling
in Horgan's eyes.
"And ogres? How long for them?" grunted Gobasch.
Even as his mind grappled with the question, Horgan
knew the answer. If he carried out his duty now, he would
be no better - in his own mind - than the human bounty
hunters he had just confronted.
"Go on," Horgan said to Gobasch. "Get out of here!"
He indicated the valley, the ogre's route before Horgan had
caught up with him. There, through the foothills, lay wild
country - and beyond, the plains of Istar.
The ogre blinked, suspicious.
"Move, by Reorx! Before I change my mind!" shouted
Horgan Oxthrall.
Still blinking, Gobasch looked cautiously over his
shoulder. He kept looking, all the way down the trail, until
he disappeared from sight.
At this point, Horgan sets his journal aside. It is not for
another year that he again takes pen to paper, and then it is
to record, briefly, the events of the intervening annum.
Horgan Oxthrall, being a dwarf of true honor, reported
the incident to his thane
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