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. Or the one about him
looting wayside shrines and slaughtering the clerics. A real
favorite was that he liked to sneak into wakes and steal the
silver pennies off dead men's eyes. All in all, Kell didn't
sound like he was much better than the Kingpriest.)
Every bounty hunter knew that he could retire richer
than an elf lord if he managed to capture Kell, but, though
everyone knew what his crimes were, no one knew where
in all of Ansalon this fellow, Kell, was hiding. No one even
knew what he looked like. Was he a dwarf or human or elf?
It depended on which rumor you liked best.
I didn't do more than glance at Kell's bounty sheet that
day. There was a time when I'd been eager to hunt for Kell,
but that was a while ago, and now I remembered what
Toukere used to say about him:
"When you think on it, Doune, my friend, no one really
knows whether this terrible heretic, Kell, is much more
than a bad dream the Kingpriest has from time to time
when his food is too rich. I like the gold as much as the
next one - maybe more, eh? - but I stick to the easy prey.
No sense wasting time chasing savannah-wind that's all the
time changing direction."
Then he'd called for another tankard of ale
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