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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
Atec Март 01 2008 15:15:58
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. Perhaps the gods DO, in
fact, favor this comer of Ansalon with their presence.
The voyage itself was a nightmare, from embarkation
until I stepped onto the docks of Halcyon. Mountainous
seas tossed the galley about like a matchstick. My poor
body suffered countless bruises from the beating inflicted
on it by collision with random parts of the vessel.
The voyage melded into a blur of seasickness;
drenching, ice-cold rains; and even a night attack by some
monstrous sea-beast. I could not get a look at the scaly
horror in the darkness, but, whatever it was, it took two
crewmen with it before it was driven off!
But, then, Halcyon hove into view, and the clouds lifted
from my spirits as they did from the skies above. Green hills
rise beyond whitewashed huts, huddled in a wide valley that
breaks into a sheltered bay. Two broad arms of encircling
ridge protect the waters, which seem too shallow for a
vessel of any great draft but accommodated our galley with
no difficulty.
I had expected Tyrol Deet to meet me at the dock, and I
looked for his unforgettable eye-patch, but I was
disappointed. He was not here. Seizing my small baggage, I
hastened down the plank and was relieved to plant my feet
once again upon a motionless surface.
I asked several people, but none of them knew the
young scribe. I could think of no way to find him. As he
gave me no address, I have reserved a room at the Halcyon
Inn, the largest and grandest establishment of its kind within
the town. I assume that Deet will look for me here
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