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Trotts,’ Hedge called out ’I ain’t happy about what’s underfoot There’s cracks This whole roof is nothing but cracks’

’Same for the walls,’ another sapper noted ’All sides’

’This building is filled with bodies,’ said a small warrior in Lestari aruess’

His eyes still on the big Daru, Paran asked, ’Do you have a name?’

’Gruntle’

’Are you so? Temple warriors?’

Gruntle slowly faced him, his expression mostly hidden beneath the hel No-one This is for a wo-’

’Which tent?’ Mallet interrupted in his high, thin voice

’The Warren of Denul is poisoned-’

’You feel that, do you, Gruntle? Curious’ The healer waited, then asked again, ’Which tent?’

Gruntle’s Lestari coh bad Blood in the lungs She ht already be …’ He fell silent

Paran followed Mallet to the tattered shelter

The wo face drawn and taut Frothy blood painted her lips