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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
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"Suit yourself." The dwarf shrugged, eased himself
over the sheer ledge, and found handholds and accept-
able, if precarious, holds for his feet. As a mountain
dwarf, climbing was second nature to him, and he had
little patience for detours.
The sheer face was almost vertical, but it was rough
and broken, and Chane could find purchase. As he low-
ered himself below the edge, he saw the kender strolling
happily away, down the easy slope to the north.
It was eighty feet to the bottom of the rock, as nearly
as Chane could judge. Slow going, but he kept at it,
working his way down with the stubborn dexterity of his
kind. Born in Thorbardin, largest kingdom of the moun-
tain dwarves of Krynn - and maybe the only one, for all
Chane knew - swarming over rock faces was as natural
to him as delving caverns and tunnels. Dug from the bed-
rock of a mountain range, Thorbardin was more than a
city. It was an entire complex of cities, all deep within the
mountains. And it had many levels. In one way or an-
other, Chane had been climbing rock all his life.
The dwarf was nearing the bottom when he heard
shouts and scuffling above. A rain of pebbles pelted
Chane. He looked up to see the kender flinging himself
over the ledge, seeming to fly out into thin air for a mo-
ment before he twisted around, thrust his forked staff at
the face of the cliff, wedged it into a crack, and swung
from it
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