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Hithadan watched as the small party headed southward from the Inn. He itched to go, but even on horse his painful leg would have slowed them down on what was most likely to be a long journey.
Instead, he borrowed one of the horses from the stable and rode off at a quick pace east, across the river. One of his fellow rangers was in that area, he knew, and he hoped he might persuade him to go south down the river and seek out what information there might be. A ranger might pick up clues the search party could miss. And contacts along the way might prove useful in broadening what scanty knowledge they had now.
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