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Chapter seventeen-2
I ought to mention that the northern coastline of Havilfar extends upward past the latitude of southern Loh, almost reaching the equator. Ordsmot and the Orange River lie north of Ng’groga in Loh. And Loh, as you know, has the shape of a Paleolithic hand-ax, with the point northward — and that point is Erthyrdrin. “Then we shall go to Migla by the Shrouded Sea and I will leave you with Mog and her friends.” “If Morro the Muscle so wills, Dray Prescot.” He had shouted so passionately at the halflings when I had been about to attack the voller, and then he had called me Dray. The two girls called me Dray all the time, of course, and I wondered when I’d shout at them to address me as Horter Prescot. My name is Prescot. I try to allow friends only to call me Dray, although friendship is a
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