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The morning passed without inspiration. The three friends ate lunch in dismal silence, which contrasted with their heated arguments before the meal. The Citadel boasted massive stone walls, a drawbridge and many armed guards at the gate. There didn’t seem to be any way in; after all, in a Citadel of goblins, a boy, a pixy and a dwarf would stand out, even in disguise. The afternoon was passing in the same way as the morning when Adam, who was sitting with his head in his hands by the fire, leapt up with a cry.
“Let’s go!” and was out of the door before Lar or Palustric had time to say a word. They chased after him towards the centre of the village. By the time they caught up with their long-legged friend, they didn’t have the breath to ask questions. In any case, they recognised the s
