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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
Atec Март 01 2008 15:03:31
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here, it seemed, no one ever really made sense. "What
event? I don't see any event."
"It hasn't happened yet," Glenshadow said softly. "But
it wants to."
"Needs to," something seemed to say in a voice that
was not a voice.
Chane felt a chill crawl up his spine as he whirled
around, looking for the source of the sound. He felt as
though he had heard a voice, but his ears had not. The
mage behind him had raised his staff higher, but he didn't
seem to see anything, either.
The kender trotted up to them, grinning. "I see you've
met whatsit," he said. "I think he comes with the sword."
He lifted a dwarven broadsword from his shoulder and
extended it, hilt first. "Here. I found this for you. Now
you can stop complaining about not having a sword."
Surprised, Chane took the sword and held it in both
hands, turning it over, squinting in the poor light.
"Of course, there's a ghost or something attached to
it," Chess said brightly. "But I can't see how that would
matter. Who's that with you? He looks like a wizard."
"He is, I guess," the dwarf said. "Haven't seen him do
any magic, but I'd just as soon he didn't, anyway." He
lifted the sword to his mouth and tasted its blade. "Old,"
he muttered. "Good steel, though. And it doesn't look
old.-
"It's been on ice," the kender explained
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