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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
Atec Март 01 2008 15:09:29
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They drew even with the path. "Go past," Basalt muttered to
Hildy, his heart pounding. "Let's not show we're unusually
interested."
Without missing a beat, the frawl urged the draft horse
along. The small wagon rumbled past the track and was
once again surrounded by dark, towering pines.
"Okay, stop here," Basalt ordered after they had rolled
several hundred yards beyond the muddy trail. Grayhoof
lumbered off the road, pulling the wagon under the thick
branches of several overhanging boughs. "Everyone out!
Hurry - the sun's already dropping behind the trees."
The six other hill dwarves piled out of the wagon, hefting
their weapons and standing in the darkness beneath the
trees. For a moment no one moved, and then Basalt realized
that they were waiting for him to give the orders.
"Okay," he offered, his voice a hoarse whisper. "We've got
to move quietly. We'll sneak through the woods until we get
to the edge of their barn. Then we take them by surprise."
Holding their axes and daggers firmly, the hill dwarves
advanced in a file through the woods to the left of the barn,
Basalt leading the way to the clearing
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