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to aim his magic。
The scholars only had to fight for a few more minutes then； hammered on three sides； the mass of goblins collapsed in on itself； the implosion laying a carpet of corpses in its wake。
Quenthel allowed her troops only a few minutes to collect themselves； then she formed them up and marched them on toward the next of the goddess only knew how many battles。
〃Out！〃 Greyanna shouted。 〃Now？
The canoe maker gawked at her and sputtered； 〃Wh…what about my stock？〃
The items in question sat about the floor of the workroom or hung cradled in straps hooked to the ceiling。
〃The goblins will destroy them；〃 the scar…faced princess said。 〃Like this。〃 She smashed a half…finished kayak； a fragile…looking construction of curved bone ribs and hide； with a sweep of her mace。 〃Afterward； you'll make more； but only if you live。 Now get moving； or I'll kill you myself。〃
The craftsman scrambled off his stool； and she chivvied him out the door。 Up and down the street； her half dozen minions were rousting out the occupants of other manufactories and shops。
A mob of hairy hobgoblins； all well…armed and many a head taller than the average dark elf； slouched around a corner onto the thoroughfare。 They spotted the drow； bellowed their uncouth battle cries； and charged。
After the disastrous encounter with Ryld Argith； one of the twins was dead。 The other； and Relonor； lay grievously wounded； as they still did in House Mizzrym。 There they would live or die without recourse to furnotther doses of healing magic； since Miz'ri declined to squander the House's limited resources on such inpetents。 Greyanna had entirely agreed。
After taking the wounded home； Greyanna； with the questionable aid of Aunrae； had selected five new males to join her in the hunt。 This time； they'd stalk Pharaun on foot； Greyanna having belatedly realized that foul…wings weren't lucky for her。
She and her band had been wandering the streets seeking word of their quarry when the rebellion erupted。 Once she'd grasped the magnitude of the disturbance； she wondered if it was the raid on the Braeryn that she had engineered； that brutal attempt to flush her brother out of hiding； that had inspired the thralls to revolt。 In a mad； dark way； the possibility pleased her； but she decided not to share her hypothesis。 Few would see the humor。
Most of her thinking； however； was given over to practical consideranottions。 She thought her hunting party could help put down the under…creatures； but only if it could bine forces with a bona fide army。 Otherwise； the larger mobs would overwhelm it。
In those first minutes of slaughter and destruction； she watched for some noble clan to ride forth from their castle and drive the goblins before them。 To her consternation； none did； at least not in her immediate vicinnotity。 Her little troop was on its own。
Life then became an infuriating business of running and hiding from ores of all things； of watching beasts no better than rothe destroy beauty and sophistication they couldn't even perceive。 Occasionally； she and her panions slew a small group of goblinoids wandering on