The Elders’ Counsel The road north from Splitpaw was a lonely one. Caradawc travelled with Scar at his heel, the wind moving steadily across the grasslands. Cymru’s last words had stayed with him since they parted. Tell them what Faux said. There was more to the ogre’s explanation than the keeping of a word. Faux had spoken of Qeynos, of gnolls keeping its soldiers busy, and of what might happen if those soldiers were free to look north, towards Oggok. Caradawc had not forgotten the troubled look on Izzy’s face when the ogre explained why he would not sign again. The elders of Halas received him in the shaman guild hall. He told them of the messenger, the swords with the Qeynos mark, and the ogre’s reasoning. It was the last that held them. “So he believes an empty Splitpaw would turn Qeynos’s eyes towards Oggok?” “He said his people had asked too much once, and been set down for it. He would rather the city looked at the gnolls than a...
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