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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
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. The kender also told of what he had seen from
aloft, in the Vale of Respite. Camber Meld and Fleece
Ironhill glanced at each other, their faces stricken. Noth-
ing was left of the places they and their people had called
home. There was nothing to go back to.
"How many were there?" Wingover asked. 'You say
an army. How much of an army was it?"
Camber Meld shrugged. "Two hundred. Five hundred.
We couldn't tell."
"Nearly eight hundred," a cold voice from outside the
circle put in. Everyone turned. "I saw it from the moun-
tain," Glenshadow added. "Possibly eight hundred gob-
lins, at least a dozen ogres among them... and a human
leader."
"Where were you, to see all that?" Chane Feldstone
frowned.
The wizard lifted his staff. 'When I am away from
you - and that accursed stone you carry - I have eyes far
better than my own."
"Chane has the Spellbinder," Chess told Jilian. "Magic
doesn't work when it's around."
"A human leader?" Wingover was leaning toward the
wizard, frowning. 'What can you tell me of him?"
"Darkmoor," the wizard spoke almost in a whisper.
"Commander of goblins."
"What can you tell us of him, wizard?" Wingover
asked again.
"Not him," Glenshadow said slowly. "Her. Kolanda
Darkmoor. This much the mirror of the ice could tell me.
This much, and one thing more, the thing the moons in
omen told
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