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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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. "We heard
of your fight with the bounty hunters. That is why we
sought you. If you refuse to fight, we'll inform every hunter
we can find, and you'll be taken or killed."
"That seems harsh, Ma'am," Graym said. "Fight or die?
For nothing?"
"And what elder virtue are you?" Darll asked.
The old woman smiled thinly. Thrift."
Graym made up his mind, turned, and addressed his
companions. "These pick-me-up armies are all bluff. Farm
boys and fishermen, not one real soldier in twenty."
Jarek was counting on his fingers. "How many real
soldiers does that make against each of us?"
"One," Fenris said flatly.
"Maybe even two," Farms added.
Graym waved his hand. "What's that to us? Nothing at
all. They're just trainees. We're road-tested. Months of
hardship, baking sun, blinding rain - "
"Great ale - " Jarek said, caught up in the enthusiasm.
Graym interrupted hurriedly. "And there you are. We'll
frighten off this lot in no time and be back on the road." He
raised a fist and shouted, "To Krinneor!"
"To Krinneor!" Jarek shouted. Darll said nothing. The
Wolf brothers looked worried.
The elders had tears in their eyes. Graym was pleased to
think he had moved them. He held out his hands. "As long
as we're fighting the good fight for you, so to speak, can
you lend us your swords?"
The elders stared at him.
"We didn't bring any," he added.
"It's not as if we needed them," Jarek said.
The elders were suitably impressed.
"The Protector fled with most of our good weapons
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