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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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Drule scratched her head, wondering what to do about
that, then gave up and went to find Hunch. "You Grand Notioner,"
she reminded him. "Time for Grand Notion."
The Grand Notioner was preoccupied, trying to repair
the bindings on his feet after a long day's walk. "What
about?" he grumbled.
" 'Bout how get Highbulp an' all away from Talls! Pay
attention."
"Oh." He thought about it for a while, then shrugged
and pointed at the stick in her hand. "Use bashin' tool, I
guess."
"For what?" Drule looked at the stick.
"For bash Talls," he explained.
To the Lady Drule, that didn't sound like much of an
idea, but when several long minutes of fierce concentration
didn't produce a better one, she resigned herself to it.
Bashing Talls, in her opinion, was a very good way to get
into a lot of trouble, but maybe it was worth a try.
"Anybody wanna bash Talls?" she asked around,
hoping for volunteers. There were none. She would just
have to do it herself, then.
Nearing the foot of the ridge, Drule suddenly was aware
that Krog was right behind her, mimicking her stealthy
approach. She turned and raised a hand. "Krog wait," she
whispered. "I got somethin' to do."
In a rumbling whisper, the big creature asked, "What
Mama do?"
She pointed toward the pen, where a guard was sitting
on a rock. "See Tall there? Gotta bash him. Now be quiet."
"Oh," Krog said. "Okay."
With Krog silenced, the Lady Drule crept on down the
slope toward the guard. Even sitting on a rock, the man was
taller than she was, and his ready sword glinted in the
starlight
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