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The dawn broke, and found Tulip standing on all four hooves and prancing about like a young foal. “Thank-you Cleric,” he said to Gorgus, who was eating breakfast. “Thank Grom,” said Gorgus, waiving the praise upwards. They packed up their camp and walked out of the gates into the mountains and an overcast day. Mistral approached Narg as they walked on into the gloomy light. “Narg,” she said. “How about using the White Eye? We could find something that could help us.” “I don’t think so,” replied Narg. “From what I’ve seen everyone who uses these things ends up crazy, twisted or dead. I think I’ll hold onto them for the moment. He patted his magical pouch, where he had placed all three eyes, carefully wrapped up so as to avoid touching each other by accident. “Mmf,” said Mistra
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