***** Dale *****
Rubin carried the armful of firewood, and dropped it into a rapidly growing pile, just in time to hear Orodan's words.
Loss of loved ones was truly a painful thing. But Rubin thought that Orodan had perhaps less faith in the friendship of Dalesmen than was merited.
He glanced over to where Girion was standing, brow furrowed. He felt a flare of relief as he saw that Girion stood with his weight on both legs - at least that cursed spider had not had an extra victim to claim.
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The inimical is often more instructive than the benign. Between screams, try to pay attention.
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