Glondel stared at the water nymph lying on the bed. She would always be the water nymph who was kind to an old dwarf like him. Sweet Penelope. The World Maker had better have a plan to save her. Everyone was waiting for the heroes he called. Would it be Penelope’s old friends? The Heroes of Legend? Glondel kept himself hidden in the corner of the room. The only person here who knew him was dying, but Ziglin and Merry might know. He couldn’t risk it. The door opened and in waked children. Children? Was this a joke? Glondel growled.
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