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. The gully dwarves collapsed in ex-
agerated poses before the dwarf could even slide her leg
over her horse's neck and drop to the ground. Riding the
second horse together, Woodrow waited for the kender
seated in front of him to jump down before slithering off
himself.
The spot Gisella had chosen was the crest of a gently
rolling hill, which continued eastward in ever-taller
waves, becoming mountains within two miles. The hills
were barren except for tall, wavering, wheatlike grass,
and the occasional stark tree. The sun was warm, but
there was a slight chill to the breeze, the only sign of au-
tumn in the austere landscape.
"Pass around those berries, Woodrow," instructed Gi-
sella. "But make sure I get some before those gully
dwarves start stuffing their paws into them. And some
water, too," she added as an afterthought.
Woodrow hefted from the horses two of Gisella's
shirts, which had been salvaged from the wagon and
stuffed with berries. The necks and waists had been
knotted shut, and the arms were used to tie the make-
shift sacks to the horses' necks. The human untied a
shirt, paused, and peered into its neck.
"I could have sworn this was full when we started this
morning. We must have jostled an inch of berries out of
the top."
Guiltily, Tas shoved his red-stained fingers behind his
belt. "How surprising," he noted, turning his back to Gi-
sella's tight-lipped glare. But whatever she may have
been thinking, Gisella said nothing, instead helping her-
self to a handful of raspberries
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