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Juhg’s best friend during recent years. They had become trading partners when Juhg had been determined to abandon the Vault of All Known Knowledge eight years ago; Raisho had only been twenty.
    (Eight years meant a lot to a human. Now Raisho had found his true family, married a mermaid, and had one child and another on the way, and captained Moonsdreamer , the ship he’d named after his daughter. At six feet two inches tall, he had filled out over the years, becoming thicker and more powerful, but still went smooth-shaven because his wife preferred him that way.)
    Blue tattoos showed on his ebony skin, marred here and there by scars from men and beasts he’d battled while sailing the Blood-Soaked Sea and adventuring with Juhg. A headband of fire opals, made by his beautiful wife, held his thick, unruly black hair back from his handsome face. Silver hoops dangled in his ears. He carried a dwarven smithed cutlass in his hard right hand. He wore only sailor’s breeches, soft leather boots, and a chain mail shirt over his bare chest.
    â€œScribbler!” Concern etched on his face, eyes straining against the darkness inside the tavern, Raisho strode into the tavern.
    â€œI’m here,” Juhg called.
    â€œThank the Old Ones,” Raisho said, striding over to join him and Craugh. “I thought ye’d ’ad yer gullet slit for sure this time. Especially after I’d ’eard Craugh was about an’ I saw the dragon flyin’ around.”
    â€œDragon?” Juhg echoed.
    Raisho nodded. “I was told it was the dragon what dropped them creatures onto the tavern. Didn’t know what they was lookin’ for. Till I ’eard Craugh was ’ere with ye.”
    â€œDragon?” Juhg repeated, stuck on the possibility that one of those monsters might even now be lurking about outside awaiting them.
    â€œOf course there’s a dragon,” Craugh growled. “I was going to tell you about the dragon.”
    â€œYou might have mentioned it before now,” Juhg grumbled.
    Roaring war cries, the dwarves and humans took up the attack once more, chopping into the backsides of the bog beasts with unrelenting zeal. Shooting with their incredible skill, the elven warders put more arrows into their targets around their fellow combatants. The two back bog beasts had to turn to deal with their opponents.
    The bog beast facing Craugh rushed forward, flinging both hands out so that vines shot toward him.

    The wizard ducked, whipped his hat off with one hand, spoke a Word, and sent his hat spinning toward the bog beast. Inches from the creature, the hat turned into a flaming fireball nearly two feet in diameter that slammed into the bog beast’s chest with a boom! louder than thunder.
    The creature rocked back on its tree root toes. Dry cracks spread across its chest where the fireball had struck. Craugh pressed his advantage, ducking in and driving the end of his staff into his opponent’s chest. Startled, the bog beast glanced down and started to close a hand around Craugh’s staff, then the dryness spread through the creature and it fell to pieces.
    One of the dwarves grabbed an unbroken lantern from one of the wall sconces. The wick remained aflame inside the glass. Yelling a warning to his fellow warriors, the dwarf heaved the lantern at the bog beast. The lantern shattered against the creature, spreading oil that quickly caught fire. Dry patches showed on the bog beast and it began struggling to move. A moment later, spreading fires throughout the wreckage of the bar, the bog beast broke into pieces.
    Taking note of what was going on, the elven warders dipped their arrows in oil and loosed flaming shafts into the remaining bog beast, quickly reducing it to chunks of dry earth that tumbled across the shattered tavern floor. The combatants cheered at once, no longer divided in their goals while facing a common foe.
    â€œGo,” Craugh said, “quickly. We may