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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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"What if we split them down the middle?" a voice said.
They rolled and turned around, Graym snatching the
axe from his belt. Rhael, a battered spear with a mended
haft in her hands, was standing behind them. She was
dressed in leather armor that probably had been trimmed
from a butcher's apron.
"I've always heard that was how to deal with a larger
force," she said.
"Young Elder Rhael," said Graym, "why don't you go
back to town and keep bad folk from climbing the hill to
surround us?"
Rhael looked at Graym admiringly. "You have the
mind of a warrior." She stood stiffly. "I won't let you down.
I promise."
They watched her run back over the hill crest. "I wish I
could move like that," Graym said, envious.
"Wouldn't look good on you," Darll muttered.
Graym rubbed his rotund middle. "True enough, sir."
"Now," Darll said, "what's your battle plan?"
"Battle plan, sir?"
"You left Rhael to guard our rear - and an ugly rear at
that. What's your plan of attack?"
Graym shuddered. "Attack? Don't even think it, sir. My
plan is to run around Skorm and go on to Krinneor. Why do
you think we brought the cart?"
The Wolf brothers looked vastly relieved. Darll stared
at him, then began to laugh. "I like your style, fat man."
Graym hefted the axe. "Right. The chains, sir."
Darll was suspicious. "You're setting me free?"
"On good behavior." Graym glanced sideways down
the hill at the soldiers. "I can't send you running past that lot
in chains. They'd hear the rattle for sure
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