The stout dwarf trader remained stationary while Captain Grimheld strode off toward the waiting caravan. Dingle watched the clouds for a moment and then looked happily upon them all. "I too have a farewell address to give:
- You of Vasquenta and of Arveta must form a bond that
can withstand the challenge of the Baldor Warlords and their
Minions -- they intend to subvert the whole of Arveta. Think
sharply and dedicate yourselves to the task of stopping them.
Bring them a storm of your own.
I have played a small part in your greater glory. I go now to almost certain imprisonment because of the truth that I must tell. I fully expect the Council to decide in our favor, only to have the Charge ban the Council; but continue on with your purpose.
May the True Lord that guides all the worlds be with you. Hold speed."
All were amazed at the clarity of Dingle's Words and stood speechless.
Dingle turned to Pripple. "Come, Pripple. It is time to leave." Pripple pulled on her riding hat and joined his side. She locked her arm in her Dad's. They turned solemnly and headed to their place beside Grimheld.
One soldier ran toward Grimheld, who sat on his effereet. "All accounted for, Sir!"
"Proceed." The caravan moved over the bridge quietly and efficiently. Then the adventurers stood alone, while the dozen soldiers stood guard at a distance of 50 paces...
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