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." Graym thumped Darll's
back. "You see disaster. I see opportunity. Look here." He
traced a map in the dirt. "See this road?"
He looked up and realized that Darll - ale rolling in his
mouth, eyes shut to savor the flavor - wasn't seeing
anything. "Excuse me, sir, but do you see the road?"
"The road from Goodlund to Krinneor," Jarek breathed
reverently.
"Right. And do you know what's ahead?"
Darll opened his eyes. "Nothing. The end of the world."
Graym downed an entire bowl of Skull-Splitter, wiped
his lips on his sleeve, and smiled genially. "Maybe it is, sir,
but I say" - he waved the empty dipper for emphasis - "if
I'm going to see the end of the world, I should see it with a
positive attitude." He gazed up at the sky. "I mean, look at
the world now. No gods, no heroes." He sighed loudly and
happily. "It makes a man feel fresh."
"We were heroes this afternoon," Jarek objected, "me
and Darll. We whipped those bastards."
"Now, now," Graym said admonishingly. "You hardly
knew them, Jarek. Don't speak ill of people just because
they tried to kill you."
Darll agreed. "Other than being the usual low, sorry
sort of lowlifes you find in these parts, they weren't bad at
all. They were bounty hunters." He eyed Graym
suspiciously.
"Seems an unfriendly way to make a living," Graym
said. He scratched his head, belched, and settled back.
"Inventory," he announced.
The others suddenly looked nervous. "Will we have to
sign for things?" Jarek asked. "I hate that
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