Ch. 2, Page 23

Robilar and Terik stood close to each other, whispering in the dark.

"I don't know..." Terik said.

"Did you have enough time to find out where he keeps his spell book in town?" Robilar asked.

"Well, I think so, but..."

"And don't you think he's either out of spells now, or very low?"

"Yes, but..."

"And wasn't this always the plan?" Robilar prompted impatiently. 

"Yes, but...aw, Rob, I like him.  Can't we just keep him around?"

Robilar gave his cousin a cold stare before he threw up his hands and stomped around in a small circle.  It was all he could do to keep his voice down and whisper, "Are you going soft on me?"

"No, Rob, but we make a good team, the three of us.  Maybe we should think about keeping a magic-user around permanently.  It could pay off in the long run better than bumping him off now, don't you think?"

"Hmm.  Hrmm..." Robilar hemmed and hawed as he mulled it over.

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Ch. 2, Page 22

The burning fort was just a glowing ember on the horizon, a sunrise in miniature at their backs.  Tenser, Robilar, and Terik were facing south towards the City of Greyhawk, but the sanctuary the metropolis offered was some distance away, through treacherous hills, that they would have to navigate by moonlight.

That was why Robilar had suggested an alternate path.  Not far away were the ruins of the original Village of Greyhawk, close at hand to Castle Greyhawk, and far removed from where the modern-day city stood.  Tenser had seen the ruins for the first time months ago -- little more than the stone foundations of where a few rows of buildings once stood.  And it was there where Robilar suggested they now camp for the night.

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