Chapter 3 Onward
“That proves nothing. Just a trick of the eye. I saw once a Dwarf make a pig disappear.”
“Barmek, I have to say you are the quintessential Dwarf.”
“Why, thank you, Arastor.”
“That was not a compliment.” Arastor looked up at the sky, “It will rain tonight.”
“There are no clouds, Mr. Dwarf-ranger sir,” said the oldest Halfling.
“Don’t be silly,” said the youngest, “Mr. Dwarf-man-sir knows stuff.”
“How far to the ferry?” asked Barmek.
“Not long. We will be there by lunch.”
“Will we be riding the ferry today?” asked one child.
“Yes. Still plenty of daylight to cross.”
For the first time since he arrived, Barmek thought about something other than his mission. “What happens when the children reach the other side?”
Arastor looked at Chawk. The bird took off in a flurr
