Stepping from the sled clad only in a blanket, cold stone on bare feet hastened Cryton’s stride to a patchwork linen quilt near the campfire. Finding no sign of Dru there, she turned to the cave’s exit with pondering eyes.
Then she spied a scabbard leaned against the wall.
“Glomdrung!”
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