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"Enough! Our personal problems aside, we need to move on. Let's pack up our things and prepared to leave this accursed land."
Yes. Lyshka agreed. The Dwarf men had their says; now it was time for them to follow Grash again. Whether Grash was trustworthy, the woman knew not, but he had seen the green land and knew the way. Lyshka closed her eyes momentarily and tried to remember the southern plains where her family lived. Faces filled her mind…large, laughing men. Evil laughter came from their wide mouths, and their slanted eyes glared at her. She tried to push them away, but she was too weak. Their faces were all she could see.
Opening her eyes, Lyshka glanced around the makeshift camp and quickly rose. Her limbs felt heavy and her back ached. Having refused to sleep during the night, her body worked against her. She raised her long arms above her head and stretched before she bent to gather the few supplies she and Darash kept to themselves. Her general movement inspired a few of the others to follow her suit.
Soon, the motley group, though grumbling, were packed and began their careful decent from the safety of the small cliff. A few loose stones along the rock wall’s surface caught Lyshka’s eye, and she knelt to gather three smooth stones that she placed in the pocket of her vest. Their weight pulled at her clothing, but she readjusted her belt and stepped back into pace with the others, moving quickly to match the stride of Darash.
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