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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
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. But it was a view, and
Chane crouched there, staring in wonder at the dark
shapes moving down the cutback slope. Dozens were in
view, people of all sizes. Some were dwarves, and some
were taller - humans, perhaps. Some scampered along
the downward path, turning often to look back. Some
moved more slowly, clinging to one another; some sup-
porting others, some being carried.
Behind the first wave of refugees came a small knot of
figures brandishing spears and swords, moving slowly.
A few were shouting at those ahead, urging them on.
Others at the rear faced back up the path, their weapons
at the ready.
"Somebody's chasing them," Chess said. "That's their
rear guard. I wonder who's after them."
Slowly the fleeing people made their way down the an-
gled by-path, disappearing by twos and threes as they
reached the cutback below and rounded the shoulder
there. Shouts and cries carried upward, distorted by the
spires and tumbles of the mountainside and by distance.
"Let's get closer," Chane decided. "I can't tell anything
from here." He rose and turned to find the kender already
gone, scrambling across tumble-slopes, leaping from
stone to stone, heading for a better view of the path.
Chane hurried after him.
For long moments the dwarf and the kender were out
of sight of the path, but then they emerged on a ledge di-
rectly above it and looked down the length of the sloping
angle between cutbacks
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