Her eyes nearly started out of her head. A dangerous place by daylight, Shadar Logoth. From a farm in the Black Hills. The loudest sounds here were snores, a chorus of frogs.
''What are you going to do? he mumbled through his teeth. The ground bounced under him as another bolt struck, and another. But that one tapestry of a battle, of a lone swordsman surrounded by enemies and about to be overwhelmed—that definitely had to go. He thought a few ribs might have cracked.
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