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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
Atec Март 01 2008 15:03:31
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. Chane
carried them back to the fire and laid their root ends in
the flame to clean them while he cut hardwood for grips
and lengths of thong for binding.
"Most dwarves prefer metal daggers," the kender
pointed out. "Most dwarves don't care for ivory."
"This is the best that's available right now," Chane
snapped. "It will do until I can find something better."
"Things aren't hard to find," Chess agreed. "People are
always leaving things just lying around -"
"Don't you have somewhere to go?" Chane asked.
The kender leaned back against a rock, cupping his
hands behind his head. "I thought I'd have a look around
that valley down there... the one the cats chased you
out of. It's called Waykeep, or some such thing."
"The valley?"
"Or some part of it. No one seems to know very much
about it. Hardly anyone goes there."
Chane looked at the great pelt, pegged out for curing,
and at the daggerlike fang he was fitting with a handle. "I
can see why," he said.
"Actually, I was on my way to Pax Tharkas, but I got
sidetracked," the kender admitted. "There's a lot to see in
these mountains. And a lot not to see. Did you notice
that valley the cats came from, how it just sort of fades
out of sight when you try to see it? Pretty mysterious if
you ask me."
Even if you don't ask, Chane was thinking.
"I had a nice talk with a hill dwarf a few months ago
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