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hand and said, 'Halt!"

The three reined in and Locklear inquired, 'N'at is it? "

We've had a rash of renegades around here, lately, m'lad, so state your
business. "

We're travelling south and stopping for provisions, "said Locklear

'And who might you be, to be riding down out of the mountains?

Locklear produced the paper given him by Captain Belford and said, 'This
should explain as much as you need to know, constable. "

The man took the document and squinted at it. Locklear realized he
couldn't read, but he made a show of studying it. Finally, convinced

by the large embossment at the bottom, the constable handed back the
paper and said, 'You may pass, sir. Just be wary if you're out after
dark' cwhy? asked Locklear. 'As I said, sir, lots of ruffians and
bandits passing by lately, and not too few of those murderous Brothers
of the Dark Path. Look a bit like your elf friend there, but with long
black nails and red eyes which shine in the night. "

Locklear could barely hold back his amusement as he said, We'll be wary,
constable. "

They rode past and Gorath said, 'That one has never seen one of iny
people in his life. " 'So I gathered, "observed Locklear, 'though I must
pay more attention to your eyes at night. I may have missed the red
glow. "

Owyn chuckled and they found themselves an inn. It was dirty, crowded
and dark, which suited Locklear fine as he was low on funds.

He had thought about asking Captain Belford for a loan, but decided the
captain's only response would have been, 'wait for Earl Kasumi, " and
while Locklear didn't mind taking a circuitous route to get to

Krondor to avoid ambushes, he was anxious to put the mystery of what was
occurring in the Northlands before Arutha.

There were no rooms available, a situation that surprised Locklear, but
the innkeeper gave them leave to sleep in the commons. Owyn grumbled at
the need, but Gorath kept his thoughts to himself.

So far no one had objected to the moredhel's presence along the way,
either because they didn't recognize him for what he was, mistaking him
for an elf, or because a moredhel with renegade humans in these
mountains was not all that unusual a sight. Whatever the cause, Locklear