Chestal

Chestal Thicketsway had been a little miffed that the dwarf had abandoned what promised to be an inter - esting exploration in favor of playing with fire and iron and such things.

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Chestal Thicketsway stepped close to look at the or - nate dagger.

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Chestal Thicketsway was a small, darting shadow, sometimes among them and sometimes not, but never far away.

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Chestal Thicketsway scrambled to the crest of a stone ledge and squinted, peering at misty distances.

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Chestal Thicketsway picked up his hoopak and dug into his pouch desperately.

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"Not for me," something seemed to say wistfully, and Chestal Thicketsway looked up from the new task he had begun, which was trimming branches off a long, thin sapling he had found.

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As the gnomish contraption came about for another approach, Jilian Firestoke waved and Chestal Thicketsway ran to the ledge to watch.

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Chestal Thick - etsway was not bothered by that, it seemed, He enjoyed the sound of his own voice, and rarely ran out of new ideas and opinions with which to amuse and amaze him - self.

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It was the first time he had seen Chestal Thicketsway concentrate on anything for more than one hour.

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Chestal Thicketsway, still wide awake and excited by the rate at which new adventures were coming along, roamed about the two camps for a time, then climbed a hill and sat on top of it, watching the moons creep across the sky.

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