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Dragonlance Classics: Dragons of Despair

Riverwind drawn from his own thoughts by Goldmoon, comforts as best he can. He thinks to himself not wanting depress her further, we know they took down one of the best hunters. Before moving to help see if any escaped this tragedy.
 

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Raistlin interprets the scrawl on the shield, "Know ye, my servants, the fate of those who take prisoners against my will. Kill or be killed. Verminaard." A closer look reveals the corpses to be hobgoblins.

Flint and Riverwind find hope. Signs indicate many of the villagers left their homes in a rush. Tracks from the village lead east towards the mountains.

Plains surround Que-Shu in all directions, although an ancient roadway passes both east and south. The villages of Que-Kiri and Que-Teh lie to the west, as does the town of Gateway. But further travel will have to wait until morning.
 

Raistlin will pass on what the shield read to Tanis, and any others near him (as he is not being secretive about it).

"I am quite tired, brother," Raistlin later said. "Can you make a fire so that I can boil some water for tea. Wherever you deem suitable, Tanis."

Raistlin has no intentions in participating in watches, but will rise early to memorize spells and prepare for the day.
 


During the night two elves enter the village. Tanis recognizes the pair as traders who periodically visit the human settlements and plainsmen villages.

The elves are surprised to discover the village empty, and prepare to leave almost immediately after viewing the display in the village center. When asked for news, they admit that they encountered a small group of plainsmen refugees heading south. The elves strike you as cool and aloof.
 
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"I will come with you." Goldmoon says firmly. It's not an offer, but a statement of fact. Her face is still grim, but some little hope now shows in her eyes at the news from the elven traders.
 

Pressing on despite the late hour, you make your way along the ancient road into the canyons of the Foresaken Mountains. The path lies broken and abandoned beneath your feet, yet the grasses and weeds growing between the broken stones of the road are trampled flat. A cold wind dives out of the east.
 

Goldmoon continues on the trail of her people, seemingly heedless of the cold wind. The fur-wrapped crystal staff is held firmly in her left hand, hopefully a source of comfort and healing when she finds what remains of her family and friends.
 

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