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"You don't want to go out there, laddie."
Aidan looked up from his pack.
The Dwarf who had customized his new bow scratched his beard. "The last fella from Ascalon who went out there never returned."
"Who was that?" asked the Ranger.
"'Bout a year ago, a fella named Tasco—"
"Marshall Tasca?" interrupted Aidan. He knew well the tales of the
intrepid explorer. A man said to be impossible to kill, Tasca was
reputed to have survived avalanches, locust swarms, and the occasional
wummpus stampede. "He went out there?"
"Like I said," repeated the Dwarf, "Couple of seasons ago I made
some gear for him... An axe, some boots, and a sturdy pack. Then he
asked me to put together a dog sled for him. I did as he asked, but he
"Is that so?"
"It is," replied the Dwarf. "Come to think of it, there was another fella out here askin' 'round about that Tasco fella."
"Marshall Tasca not Tasco," interjected Cynn. "What's wrong, your beard wound a little too tight?"
Aidan jumped in. "There was someone asking about him?" he asked the Dwarf, holding up his hand to silence the Elementalist.
"Aye," said the Dwarf. "Another human." He gazed at Aidan, Mhenlo,
and Devona. Then his eyes came to rest on Cynn. "Not quite as rough
looking as you folks—"
Cynn took a step forward and raised her hands as if to cast a spell, but Mhenlo caught her by the wrist.
"—but sturdy enough," finished the Dwarf, smiling at Cynn's glare. "Think he called himself Whitman."
name brought Aidan to his feet. Since the Searing there had been only
two famous Ascalon marshals—together credited with mapping every last
leaf of the Maguuma Jungle and accounting for every fissure of the
Shiverpeak Mountains. Indeed, there were parts of the snowy mountains
that bore their names—places where each was rumored to have either died
or come as close as one can to passing into the Mists while still
making it back to this life. But neither had been heard from for more
than a decade.
Aidan felt a tingle of realization roll up his spine. If what this
Dwarf craftsman said was true, both had been to Droknar's Forge within
the last year.
"And what happened to the second man... to Whitman?" asked Aidan.
The Dwarf shrugged. "Guess he went after that Tasca fella." With
this the Dwarf smiled wide at Cynn, revealing a mouth half-full of
broken teeth. "Probably went out to Grenth's Footprint and down into
That was all he needed to hear. Lifting his pack, Aidan slipped his
new bow over his shoulder and handed the Dwarf a sack of gold.
"Thanks for the bow," he said. With a quick glance at the others, he
turned and headed toward the gate. "If I find Marshall Tasca, I'll let
him know you still have his dog sled."
The Dwarf laughed. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you, laddie."
Devona and Mhenlo turned and followed the Ranger out of Droknar's Forge.
Cynn was the last to leave.
The Dwarf craftsman locked eyes with the Elementalist for a long moment, then he tugged on his beard.
"You might be right, lass," he said finally. "Might be a little tight today. That's what I get for braiding it meself."
Cynn smiled. "Better get that looked at."
"Aye." The Dwarf nodded. "And you'd better look after those friends
of yours," he said. "If you think my beard is tight, wait till you get
a look at the Stone Summit. No huffier mongrel on this frozen peak than
one of them."
"I'll do that," said Cynn, her smile tightening on her face. With that, she turned and followed the others out into the snow.