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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
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. "Maybe it would be better if we just went
around them."
"If we can figure out where 'around them' is,"
Wingover noted. He turned to the wizard. "Don't you
have powers that might help us out?"
"Not here," Glenshadow said. "Not in the presence of
Spellbinder. Here I have only my eyes."
"Your magic doesn't work at all?" Wingover asked.
"It might or might not. And if it did, it would be unreli-
able."
"A little invisibility might come in handy," the kender
said. "I saw a lot of invisibility at Hylo the time the bird
came from... well, I didn't see it, exactly. What I did
was not see it. That's what invisibility does."
"I wish we had the gnome here now," Wingover said.
"I wonder where he is."
"Right here," a voice came from aloft. Wingover stared
up at the flying contraption, barely ten feet overhead.
"It's me," the gnome said. "Bobbin. Do you remember?"
"Of course I remember! Where have you been?"
"I'm not quite sure. Somewhere northwest, I think.
Where are you going?"
"Across that valley," Wingover shouted. "I'd like for
you to scout for us."
"All right, if that's what you want. But I don't think it's
such a good idea to go across there. There are surly peo-
ple all over the place. Look here." He tossed something
over the side of the basket. It rang against stone, and
Chane picked it up. It was a bronze dart.
"Somebody shot me in the hub with that thing," Bob-
bin griped. "Would have cost me a wheel, if I still had my
wheels
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