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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
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. "I could send a patrol out after them, though."
She smiled broadly and clapped him on the back.
"That's more like it!"
"But they can't leave for three days, however. The
first team is just ten days into a three-week sweep to
the south. The second team left just last night for three
days to the east."
"This is an emergency! Call them back, or whatever
it is you military types do."
"I'm afraid I can't do that, either, ma'am." The cap-
tain was looking very sad. "By the time anyone
reached the group and returned, the patrol would be
scheduled to arrive anyway. But if you care to lodge a
complaint..."
"Never mind, Private, I'll take care of it myself."
The dwarf officer beat a hasty retreat from the fiery
dwarf.
Damn!" Gisella cursed, stomping her foot petu-
lantly. Now what was she going to do? She couldn't
wait three days.
"Excuse me, milady, but you look like you could use
some help," a deep, male voice suggested.
Gisella looked up in irritation. Suddenly, her eyes
widened with appreciation, and she exhaled softly.
The speaker was a tall, well-muscled human. His fea-
tures were strong, his jaw square and jutting, as if the
bones beneath had been chiseled from cool marble.
His eyes, appraising her as well, were deep set and
dark, faintly unfriendly in a challenging sort of way
that excited Gisella. His hair was dark and coarse, al-
most bristly. His clothing -- an olive-colored tunic,
fawn breeches that tucked into calf-high leather boots,
and skirted, scaled brigandine armor -- was expensive
and immaculate
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