Wingover

Wingover twisted about in his saddle, easing the fa - tigue of travel, and pulled his elkhide jacket tighter about him.

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Wingover had chosen his routes with care, going north to Pax Tharkas by one route and returning by another to avoid ambushers and other unpleasantries of the wilder - ness.

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Garon Wendesthalas has been taking care of himself for a long time, Wingover told himself, slitted eyes studying the goblins.

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Wingover glanced at the kender, curious to see what the little person was doing.

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"And nobody in Thorbardin knew of that, since no - body came home after Zhaman," Wingover muttered.

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Wingover blinked, realizing for the first time that the flying craft no longer had its delicate silver-wire wheels.

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Wingover counted three silhouettes with wide, round heads, wear - ing inverted-bowl helmets.

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Wingover squatted on his heels, staring at the dwarf, astonished.

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Had Chess been as tall as a goblin, Wingover might well have chopped off his head when the kender ap - peared unexpectedly in shadows beside him and said,

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Wingover managed to deflect the cut with his shield, and lunged forward, blade extended.

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