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They moved westward more slowly after that, and when Owyn spied yet another of the moredhel chests south of the road they approached it carefully.ĭespite the lack of any apparent trickery or ambush, all three were nervous as Gorath once again read the note while Owyn began to study the spell scroll: 'I think there is another trap west of here,' Gorath replied. 'What do you think,' Locklear asked quietly. We'll be leaving you alone now.'īack on the road, all three of them shared a look. 'Don't play stupid! You been keepin' me up for the last ten nights with those.rackets to the west!' 'Shoulda known that some kind of stranger had to be responsible.'

'Umhumh,' the greasy looking farmer said to himself, sizing up Locklear in a single glance. Three hundred pounds of madman answered the door. Gorath merely grunted, and soon they were forced to move on, stopping again only when they came to an isolated farmstead to beg for water. It's been blessed by a e the mark near the crossguard? Feels more balanced and it should bite a bit deeper.' The squire glanced down at the blade in his hand, then smiled grimly and made a few passes with it. 'If there are nighthawks between here and Krondor,' Locklear muttered, 'We may have a problem.' 'I have heard of men and moredhel, garbed all in black and moving silently, who came to Sar-Sargoth.' 'You evidently missed some,' Gorath said. 'The Crown cooperated with the priesthood of Lims-Kragma to wipe out all their nests in the cities and their temples both.' When Murmandamus returned there were moredhel among their number, and both human and moredhel guild-members were his servants in your Kingdom,' Gorath answered for Locklear while the squire continued to swear. 'What is it?' Owyn asked, looking concerned as he stood and moved towards the other two. 'Wait, read that again,' he ordered, eyes locked on the parchment, and when Gorath did Locklear swore. Locklear's head snapped up from where he'd been examining the blade of the lamprey. We have staked out two sections of the Kingdom roads to the south of Zun and west of Tyr-Sog to test a new design engineered by the Six. Nighthawks should be advised that the magical traps sent earlier are of an inferior grade and are often unreliable. He frowned, reading it aloud for the others: Meanwhile, Gorath studied the small scrap of parchment that had been slipped between the scrolls. 'Perhaps I can find a generous shopkeeper with more use for it than I.' Finding that it was exactly identical to the spell he already knew, he put the scroll aside. Although he was fairly certain when he read the first few lines that he knew the spell, Flamecast, he read it to the end to see if there were any critical variations which might be helpful to him.

The first was simple enough, a cantrip that would brighten the stars at night to give them light to see by, but the second.he sighed.

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Owyn examined each of the scrolls eagerly, grinning as he cracked them open and studied their contents.

Not much further over the bridge and an hour down the road they found another of the moredhel wordlocks as well, and before long Owyn puzzled out the answer. As they headed west towards the waterfall and bridge that marked the boundary between the Barony of Tyr-Sog and the Duchy of Yabon, they passed a cemetary, and in a suspiciously named grave marked 'Pul Dudding: No one knew when he came or when he went' they discovered another pair of the noise-muffling elven footwear that Gorath identified as Weedwalkers.