More than a hundred caves dotted the steep cliff face. Hollowed holes. Dens. Cavities. Some deep, most shallow. Unless you could fly, it would take at least a day to search them all. “Snarggell! Snarggell!”His keen eyes scanned for traces of their passing. His nostrils flared. But their scent was gone. Ears peeled, he listened for anything out of the ordinary, but his search had garnered nothing. Coming out of another cavern, he cursed, “Sultans of Sulfur!” He glared down at the treetops over a hundred feet below. The battle raged on. He struck the rock face with his fist.“Ooch…”Nath’s golden dragon eyes popped wide. He poked at the rock with his clawed finger, tracing an abnormal outline. How’d I miss that? A gnomish body had melded with the rocks. Two stony eyes gazed at him. “Snarggell?”“Go away,” it said. “Go!”“It is you,” Nath said, staring into the hardened eyelids. “Listen, Snarggell. You have to come with me. Those dragons won’t stop until they have you.”“No,”
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