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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
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. "I have some pretty good stuff in here. I
should check it more often."
"Lathe-turned," Chane Feldstone pronounced, com-
paring the darts. "No goblin ever made these. I wonder
who did."
"Somebody whose purpose was to turn out a lot of
them in a hurry," Wingover said.
"Somebody equipping an army?" Chane asked.
"Somebody who isn't a goblin, outfitting goblins?
That's crazy," Wingover scoffed.
Chane shook his head. "No crazier than the idea of a
human -- a human female -- being in command of a gob-
lin force."
"Speaking of females," Wingover said as he looked
around, "where's Jilian?"
Chapter 20
Jilian was tired and cold. Wtile the others dis-
cussed plans and situations, she wandered about the
area, looking for a place to rest out of the wind. The pass
here was a snow-dusted trough between rising peaks,
with little cover from the wind's biting teeth. Not far
away, though, an outcropping had sheared away in
some bygone age, forming a mazelike rockfall where
slabs of stone lay against one another and dark crevices
beckoned.
She stooped to peer into one of these, a shadowy cave
where slate walls broke the wind. The cave was deeper
than it appeared, and another, darker opening, offset
and aslant, lay beyond it. The wind gusted again as Jilian
stepped into the shelter, leaning down to avoid the rock
above. It was cold within, but not as sharply so as out-
side, where the relentless wind played
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