The twinkle returned to Moradin’s eyes. “Now you’re selling yourself short, Master Dwarf!” He spread his great hands wide. “Why, you have every skill necessary for this mission. You’re strong of limb and of mind, and you have a keen eye for the mystical. You’ve fought hard in the past, and you’ve never given up, even when the odds seemed against you. You’ve got the experience that’s needed, and you don’t have family to tie you to your, well, let’s call it your previous world.”

“And what’s more,” he said, lowering his left hand to just above Pellanor’s head, “this time, you’ll have my aid with you day and night.”

A soft green-gold glow encompassed Pellanor’s form. For a moment, he felt in...

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