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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
Atec Март 01 2008 15:03:31
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"How about what?"
"Cats! That's what you went to look for. Cats!"
"No. No cats. One kender, but no cats. Though I did
see someone wearing a bunny suit made out of cathide, if
you can believe anything a kender tells you. What do
you want cats for?"
"I don't want cats! I just wanted to know if you saw
any!"
"Well, I didn't. Some bison, here and there, and a few
elk, though..."
"How about Chane Feldstone?" Jilian called. "Did you
see him?"
"Does he wear a bunny suit?"
Jilian had started to shout something else at the
gnome, but suddenly his invention was off again, shoot-
ing away in a sharp climb that carried it toward the dis-
tant peaks to the west.
The girl sighed, then slung her pack and her sword. "I
guess that settles that," she said. "We'll just have to look
for ourselves. Are you ready?"
"Hold on, there, Button," Wingover snapped. "I'm in
charge here, remembers I decide where and when we go."
"Then decide," she said and headed for the valley.
They camped that evening in a clearing well within the
valley, where a chuckling little river flowed cold from the
mountains to the west, and a strange, black-gravel path
wound aimlessly northward through deepening forest.
At day's final hour, Wingover scouted ahead and
found nothing to alarm him except an odd emptiness
about the valley
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