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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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"And those two . . . ?"
Darll glanced at the Wolf brothers, who waited eagerly
to hear what he could say about them.
"Well, just look at them," Darll said.
The folk of Graveside looked them up and down. The
Wolf brothers did look dangerous, both as criminals and as
a health risk.
Darll held out his arms, waiting for his release.
Rhael walked straight up to Graym. "Would you be
willing to lead an army?"
Darll choked. Graym's mouth sagged open.
"We need brave men like you," Rhael said. "We're
facing a scourge."
One of the elders quavered, "A terrible scourge!"
"I didn't think it would be a nice scourge," Darll muttered.
"His name," Rhael lowered her voice, "is Skorm Bone-
lover."
"Not his given name, I take it, Miss?" Graym said.
"He is also called the Sorrow of Huma, the Dark Lady's
Liege Man, the Teeth of Death, the Grave of Hope - "
"I've always wanted a nickname," Fen said wistfully.
"We've had some," Fan reminded him.
"Not ones we've always wanted, Fan."
"True enough, Fen." He sighed.
Darll said, suddenly interested, "Don't you people have
any fighters, or a bailey or something?"
They all looked sorrowful. "Gone, gone," one said.
"Killed?" Graym said sympathetically.
Rhael shook her head. "The Protector came to me one
morning and warned me about the coming of Skorm. A
stranger had come in the night and told him, said that he had
already fled before Skorm's army. The Protector said the
only sensible thing to do was flee, leaving all our things
behind, so that Skorm would stay and plunder instead of
pursuing us
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