he took Jasana, Mist returned to the house.  Mist was not going to reason with Jesmind, and since Tarrin was unmated at the moment, she was not going to allow a female that couldnt be his mate prevent other females from doing so.  Mist thrashed the resistant Were-cat and physically ejected her from the house, then took up residence.  In something of a bit of petty vengeance, Mist wouldnt let Jesmind recover any of her possessions.  Jesmind left the house with nothing but the clothes on her back.
	Or what was left of them.
	Tarrin didnt know it for a month after it happened, but the news travelled very quickly through the Were-cats that Jesmind had been unseated by Mist, and that Mist had not yet secured her claim on Tarrin.  Mist found herself besieged by females looking to usurp Mists claim and be the female in the house waiting for Tarrin to return, which they saw as the female who had earned the right to be his mate.  Shirazi, Singer, Trielle, Nikki, Rahnee, Shayle, Lora, and Marie all tried to take the house from Mist, and all of them were brutally reminded that Mist was, outside of Triana, the strongest, most ferocious female Were-cat alive.  She destroyed every challenge to her claim on the house very quickly, and after the last of them, Singer, hobbled off to lick her wounds, the rest of the females understood that theyd better let Mist have him, because she was going to start killing females who didnt.  The amount of injury she dished out on invading females became increasingly more severe, and after Mist tore off both Singers armsliterallythey knew that the next challenger wouldnt get out of Tarrins little meadow alive.
	After a month of searching through Spyders library, he returned home for a short rest, and found Mist and Eron in the house, waiting for him.  Kimmie returned to the house as well, breaking her self-imposed exile to the tower, and it also allowed his twin daughters to return to the house.  Mist and Kimmie explained what happened to Jesmind, then Mist quite firmly declared that she was his mate.
	Tarrin had no problem with that at all.  After years without a mate, the idea of having a females scent surrounding him when he woke up was just fine with him, and he rather liked Mist.
	And so, his mating with Mist began.  And it was much different than his matings with Jesmind or Kimmie, for Mist was very much different from them.  Mist was a very, very tolerant Were-cat about certain things, so much so that it made being her mate very easy.  She had absolutely no jealousy, first off, something that neither Jesmind nor Kimmie could claim.  She trusted him completely, like she was utterly secure with her position, no matter what he might say or where his eyes might be.  He remembered how she acted when he was human, how she was so calm and confident about the choice he would make, and he understood that it was a facet of her primal personality.  Mist trusted Tarrin, a trust stemming from his healing of her, and that trust was utterly absolute.  She had faith in him, almost blind faith, and it made it very easy to deal with her.  She was also much more unassuming and less demanding than Kimmie or Jesmind.  Jesmind was extremely possessive, and Kimmie was not too far from Jesmind, but Mist was complacent to allow him to do anything he wanted to do if he allowed her to do the same, just so long as he always came back home at night.  That was her only demand.  He had to return to the house at night.  And he had no problem with it.
	He thought he knew Mist very well before, but hed been quite wrong about that.  Mist was always quiet in public, but in private she was quite talkative and much less aggressive, almost kittenish in certain ways.  Her quietness and aggression were fronts she showed to the world, aspects of her feral nature, fronts which vanished when they were alone.  Mist would open up to Tarrin and tell him everything that crossed her mind.  She kept no secrets from him, and her openness spurred him to be as open with her.
	Her feral nature defined their relationship in several ways.  She saw him as dominant, and that was that.  Tarrin ruled the house, and she didnt gainsay him.  That, Tarrin could not get used to.  Jesmind fought him every day, and Kimmie resisted with clever words and manipulation rather than blunt opposition, but Mist did not.  It was just bizarre to even think of Mist being submissive in any manner, but with him, she was.  It made him think about his own relationship with Triana, and he saw certain parallels.  Tarrin saw Triana as dominant, and hed bite off his own tail before opposing her wishes.  That was how Mist behaved towards him.  She was a bit different in private, more willing to voice her opinions and try to guide his actions, but she never tried to tell him what to do.  She would suggest, that was all.  And in those suggestions he found a great deal of good old common sense.  Mist was a surprisingly intelligent Were-cat, much smarter than most others gave her credit for, but she had a vast reserve of common sense that made her seem very, very wise.  Her suggestions were always utterly sensible, and he found that listening to Mists advice was a smart thing to do.  She was also very protective over him.  Not possessive, protective.  She didnt quite try to mother him, but she was very quick to defend him or his positions if she felt that someone was threatening him or doubting his words.  People learned that one did not get into an argument when Mist was around him.  The only ones who could were his family and Dolanna, whom Mist regarded as having the right to argue given their relationships with him.  No one else dared say a word against him where Mist could hear it.
	All in all, he was quite satisfied with Mist.  She was so much different than Jesmind and Kimmie it was startling, yet there was really nothing left out of their relationship.  There wasnt the same love there as he had with the other two females, a more familiar, platonic kind of love that existed between them.  Jesmind and Kimmie were lovers, but Mist was more of a friend, a friend he just happened to take to bed every night.  There was no pressure, no expectations out of their mating.  They were mates because they liked each other, and that was that.  His matings with Jesmind and Kimmie were much different than with Mist, but his mating with Mist was much more like a normal mating between Were-cats.
	Jasanas departure and Erons return shook up the power structure of the cubs, for Tara found in Eron a Were-cat she couldnt bully.  Eron was much like his mother when it came to establishing his authority, and it only took a couple of fights for Tara to realize that she was utterly outmatched by her older brother.  Eron was a huge Were-cat for his age, and he was unbelievably strong.  He was the size of an adult male and almost twice as strong, and he was only seven years old!  Eron didnt seem to exhibit any magical potential, at least none that Tarrin could sense yet, but he had received certain other gifts from his father, it seemed.  Then again, the child of such physically impressive Were-cats like Tarrin and Mist would naturally be blessed with exceptional physical attributes.  He was still a rather happy-go-lucky cub, though, which Tarrin rather liked, and his attachment to Sandy had not waned.  Sandy was full-grown now, a sleek, handsome desert fox, and she was still utterly devoted to Eron.
	Tara sulked a while, but she eventually got over it.  Mainly because Erons bubbly personality made it impossible for her to stay mad at him. Mist had done a fantastic job keeping her feral tendencies out of her cubs personality.
	Despite them both working on the Dwarf mystery, neither Tarrin nor Phandebrass had found anything of substance yet.  They met every three days at the Tower to compare results, and had nothing so far.  Phandebrass had pored over every ancient map he could find and tried to cross-reference the name Ruk Argoth with other languages, to see if some other race referred to that place, but had not found any yet.  Tarrin had been reading Duthak slates, books, and scrolls at Haven, but had not as yet stumbled across any reference to this mysterious place.  They only knew that it was somewhere in the Skydancers, or under the Skydancers.  The mountain range was riddled with caves, tunnels, and passages much like the underground route that Tarrin and Jesmind had taken through the Frozen Mountains on the way to Gora Umadar.  There had been several Dwarven cities in those tunnels, and that made simply searching for the place a fruitless idea.
	But it wasnt just them for long.  Jula got caught up in the idea of it, and she started helping Tarrin, though she couldnt go to Haven.  Kimmie also got infected by her mentors enthusiasm, and she started helping Phandebrass, either bringing the cubs with her or leaving them at home with Mist.  Anayi more or less got caught up in it because she was Kimmies pupil.  That put five of them on the hunt, and it accelerated their gathering of useless information considerably.  The three-day conferences became more of a committee after Jenna started sitting in on them, bringing Sevren with her, who had taken an interest in Duthak from Jula.  Sevren was one of the few Sorcerers in the Tower who had forgiven Jula and treated her like a friend.
	It was the day that Mist came with them, however, that got them started in the right direction.  She sat quietly by Tarrin as they each explained what theyd found and generally fretted over a lack of progress.  Youre being foolish, she announced after Phandebrass announced three more days without any luck.
	I say, how so, my dear? he asked.
	Youre looking for something the Dwarves wanted hidden, which means they probably destroyed anything that would lead someone to it.  The Sorcerers helped, so they probably made sure nobody finds what youre looking for, she told him.  Looking for this place in papers written in Duthak, ShaKar, or any human language is pointless.  Find a race thats just as old, and look through their writings.
	Tarrin was about to object using the reasoning that the Dwarves wouldnt have had time to ensure such a thing, but he held his tongue when he realized that she had a good idea.  Maybe not for the reason she was giving, but her idea was a solid one.  If theyd had no luck with Duthak or ShaKar, who would have actively hidden that information, looking elsewhere might be a good idea.
	I say, that might just be a good idea, Phandebrass said.  Its certainly worth pursuing, if only because we all seem to be stuck.  A change of direction might shake loose the answer, as it were.
	What other races were alive then? Jula asked.  I mean, most of the other races were destroyed in the Blood War.  Just about the only records were have were made by the ShaKar.
	The dragons, Sevren reasoned.  They were alive then.
	The Gnomes as well, Phandebrass declared.
	The Book of Ages might have what were looking for, Jenna mused.  But I doubt it.  And it would take forever for me to find if it did.
	I could ask Spyder, I suppose, Tarrin sighed.  I didnt want to disturb her, but she might know what we need.
	You could have asked her from the start, Jula winked.  But this isnt her task.  This is ours now, so we shouldnt involve her unless we have no other choice.
	Too right, Phandebrass said.  Id like to do this without having to run to Spyder, I would.  I say, its personal now, it is.  I will find out, and Ill do it without cheating.
	Well, we have Gnomes and dragons, Sevren said.  Anyone know any?
	Ill talk to Sapphire, Tarrin said.
	I know where the Gnomes live, Phandebrass added.  If someone would be so kind as to ask Alexis if we can borrow her flying ship, we can zip down there and have a chat with them.
	Where do they live? Sevren asked curiously.
	I say, on a small island off the west coast of Valkar, he answered.  On the Sea of Ice.  With her flying ship, we could be there in six days from Abrodar, we could.
	Ill do it, Tarrin announced.  I can get there in two days.  Im much faster than a flying ship.
	I thought you were going to talk to Sapphire, Jenna noted.
	I can Teleport to Sapphires den whenever I please, he told her.  If I have no luck with her, Ill go to the Gnomes.
	I say, capital!  In the meantime, Jenna my dear, you can see if you get lucky with the Book of Ages.  Ill go through the Gnomish writings in the library, and Jula can keep poring over the Duthak artifacts and see if she gets lucky.
	You dont speak Gnomish, Kimmie accused.
	I do, he declared.  I say, I told you Ive visited the Gnomes.  It turns out that they speak Valkari, so they can trade with the tribes in the jungles on the mainland.  I know Valkari too, I do, so we used it as a common base.
	Jenna laughed when Kimmie glared at him a bit.  You speak Gnomish and Valkari and you never told me? she demanded accusingly.
	I say, I didnt?  I thought I did.  Odd, that.
	Tarrin suppressed a chuckle.  Id better get started, he announced.  Do you want me to take you and the cubs home, Mist?
	Jula can take us, she told him demurely.  You get started.  You have a long way to go.
	Ill do that, he said, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek, then standing up and marvelling at Phandebrass once again.  He knew so much, even he forgot how much he knew sometimes.
	Do you need directions? Phandebrass asked.
	I can find it myself, he answered.  If you gave me directions, Id end up on one of the moons.
	They all laughed at that, as Fireflash jumped up onto his shoulder when Tarrin beckoned him to come.  If Sapphire has anything, Ill let you know.  If not, Ill see you in a few days.
	Do you need to lift the language from me? Phandebrass asked.
	No, I have the charm, remember?
	Phandebrass sighed.  I say, what I wouldnt give for one of those.
	Its a double-edged sword, Phandebrass, Tarrin said seriously.
	Be safe, Mist said simply.
	Always, he answered even as he wove a spell of Teleportation, then vanished from the room.

	Sapphire, it turned out, was a bust.  She didnt know anything about Ruk Argoth, but she did promise to ask around with the other dragons to see if anyone did.  Dragons had a very long memory, but they didnt pay much attention to the bipeds, so their knowledge of their histories was incomplete, at best.
	And so, he was off to the island of the Gnomes.
	Starting from Abrodar, he first Summoned his Air Elemental and sent it ahead of him to scout for storms.  Then he used a powerful Druidic spell that allowed him to lock onto the island, using the conditions of it being an island and being populated by Gnomes that set it apart and allowed him to know exactly which direction he had to go to reach it.  Once he had its position, all it took was a Conjured map and a compass to know exactly where it was.  He still couldnt Teleport there, but knowing where he was going was going to cut time off of his flight.
	Since it was a two day trip over open ocean with no chance for any place to stop and rest, he couldnt afford sleeping.  So he reaffixed the charm to his amulet to make sure he didnt nod off in the middle of the journey.  After that was done, he brought out his wings and took off.
	Flying for two straight days over featureless water was the definition of boredom.  He alleviated it by contacting  his sisters and talking with them, but it also brought with it fantastic news.  Most importantly, Allia was finally pregnant.  Shed just found out that morning, and was one step from contacting Tarrin with the happy news.  After that was discovered, plans were quickly made for a reunion to celebrate the birth of Allias child, which would take place six months from today in the desert, at the ruins of Mala Myrr.  Selani pregnancies were very short, which was only smart given the harshness of their environment.  Tarrin was so happy to hear about that, that it made much of his flight much easier to take.  Allia was his deepest, closest friend, and he knew that this child would mean everything to her, much as Eron meant everything to Mist.  After everything Allia and Allyn went through, that child would be their ultimate reward, and in a way, a reconciliation of sorts between the Selani and ShaKar after millenia of separation.
	Because of his elation over Allias pregnancy, the two day flight seemed much shorter, and he blinked and found himself literally about to pass the large island of the Gnomes by.  He had to circle around and descend, landing lightly on a beach with blue water lapping on black volcanic sand.  Hed seen their city while circling, a small affair in the middle of the island, on the high ground, which was disappointingly small.  The Gnomes had been slowly dying out over the millenia since the Blood War, and though there were very isolated pockets of them in Sennadar and Arathorn, there werent more than a couple dozen of them.  This city was the largest concentration of Gnomes left, and it didnt look very large.  Triana thought that the Gnomes would die out within a thousand years, and from the size of their cityhalf the size of Torrian, which wasnt very largehe thought she might be right.
	He had no idea what to expect from the Gnomes as he walked up into a thick, steamy jungle, but he was certain he was in no danger.  Fireflash poked his head out from the basket where he stayed when Tarrin was flying, the chirped happily and launched himself into the air, circling around Tarrin before zipping off into the jungle to explore.  Tarrin had no fear for his drake, since Fireflash was very careful and was more than capable of taking care of himself.
	It took him about an hour to find his first Gnome, and that meeting was a bit of surprise for Tarrin.  Gnomes were tiny little things!  The adult he found, a hunter with a bow and a quiver of arrows, only came up to his knee!  The Gnome was very, very small, with a bald pate ringed by brown hair, a leather jerkin and breeches, and a little dagger-like weapon on his thick leather belt.  He had a sharp face with a long, pointy nose, and large brown eyes that seemed quite intelligent.  Hail and welcome! the Gnome called to him as he approached.  He understood the Gnomish language because of his charm, and it allowed his words to be understood by the Gnome in return.  Youre a big one!  And not human!  And you have wings!  My, what a day!  Welcome, welcome, what business do you have on Gnomlin today?
	I seek the wisdom of your histories, he answered honestly. Im looking for information that only the Gnomes might possess.  Could you direct me to your sages?
	Certainly, certainly!  Follow me, and mind your head!
	Gnomes, he discovered, were very sociable, curious little creatures that were very friendly and welcoming of strangers.  The Gnome hed initially met, Garlish the Hunter, was a chatty little fellow that asked many questions about the outside world.  He led him up to the Gnomish town, where Tarrin found himself surrounded by tiny Gnomes that all came up to his knee, wearing finely woven clothes that looked like they belonged in Sulasia or Draconia.  Tunics, peasant dresses, wool and cotton shirts, waistcoats, the Gnomes showed that they had skill in weaving and tailoring.  Garlish wore leather probably because it was much more rugged and better suited for a hunter.  Another thing he noticed was that all Gnomes were bald.  Even the women.  They all had bald pates with hair ringing the sides of their heads.  None of the males had beards or moustaches either.  That looked quite odd, but every race had its quirks, he supposed, and he probably looked just as odd to them as they did to him.
	Garlish led him to a large stone building near the center of town.  This is our library, he answered.  Im sure that the loremasters inside will help you.
	Should we let your king know Im here? he asked.
	King?  Youre funny, he laughed.  Gnomes dont need Kings.  We just do what needs to be done.  We get on quite well without kings.
	And that, he discovered, was a cornerstone of Gnomish society.  Everyone knew what had to be done, so they did it.  If it took more than one person, then they all pitched in and helped out.  Theirs was a surprisingly harmonious collection of individuals working towards a common goal without need of supervision or direction.  They didnt use money either.  Tailors made clothes for any who needed them, cobblers made shoes, farmers farmed, hunters hunted, thatchers thatched, masons worked stone, and they all shared all their resources in a communal effort, helping each other and making sure that everyone was fed, clothed, and sheltered.  Tarrin rather liked the idea of it, but he knew that avaricious humans could never function in their kind of society.
	The Loremasters were obviously very old Gnomes, for they did have beards.  He met them in a large white stone foyer just inside the stone building in the middle of the town, a building with a ceiling more than high enough for him to fit under it.  He was met by three of them, all of them wearing robes of purple with a white stripe running vertically from the neck down, and all of them wore a golden amulet with a large amethyst around their necks.  Garlish bowed before them and motioned towards Tarrin.  This visitor seeks information, Loremaster Arka, he introduced.
	Ah, so this must be Tarrin Kael, the tallest of them Gnome Loremasters announced, who had a pointy goatee on his chin.
	Tarrin looked at him in surprise.  Im surprised youd know of me, Loremaster, he admitted as he gracefully sat down cross-legged on the floor, to keep them from having to crane their necks at him.
	We may not leave our island home, but we do keep abreast of the bigger news, he smiled.  You certainly fit that description.  How may we help you today?
	Im looking for some information about the Dwarves, he answered.  We think that a group of them fled Sennadar during the Blood War, and were trying to track where they went.
	Ah, then youve come to the right place, he said brightly.  We kept in strong contact with our cousins up until they were destroyed in the Blood War.
	Good, because I think the Dwarves destroyed any references to where this group went, and the ShaKar might have done the same.
	They might have, he agreed.  To protect them.
	Tarrin Conjured a map and put it down on the floor between them.  From what weve managed to find out, a Dwarven general sent the women and children who survived the fall of Dragg to a place call Ruk Argoth, and from there, they used one of the gates that were still open at that time to flee this world.  A contingent of katzh-dashi went with them to protect them, and from there, they simply disappeared.  What we havent been able to discover is exactly where Ruk Argoth is.
	Hmm, well, I can tell you right now that its in the Skydancer Mountains, he stated.  Somewhere.
	Thats what we think too.
	Alright then, Ill put the Loremasters on this problem of yours, friend Tarrin.  We should have an anwer for you by sunset.  Until then, feel free to sample Gnomish hospitality.
	I appreciate your help, Loremaster Arka.
	Were happy to help, he said with a smile.  Nobody goes to bed with a problem in Gnomlin.
	Tarrin left the Loremasters to do what they were going to do and explored Gnomlin.  He found the town to be an orderly, clean place that seemed quite busy and very prosperous.  He chatted amiably with quite a few Gnome townfolk, who seemed to always have the time to pause in a task and have a short talk with anyone who passed.  Tarrins feral nature didnt see Gnomes as any kind of threat at allhow could he be afraid of beings that didnt come up to his thigh?so he had no problem approaching any of them.  He did notice that there were no guards or soldiers, and asking about that to a rather buxom Gnome woman who paused in her task of beating rugs to greet him got him a curious response.
	Why would we need soldiers?  The Loremasters protect us.
	The Loremasters, he discovered after a little digging, werent just librarians and historians.  They were very powerful Wizards, and that fact explained why Phandebrass had come to Gnomlin.  Tarrin found it very strange that he hadnt sensed that about them when he first met them, for he could usually sense a Wizard.  They had a specific feeling about them, an aspect of them being bound into an order of magic, a slight impression in the Weave that they caused.
	Tarrin was invited in for lunch at a farm at the edge of town, and discovered that Gnomes liked very spicy food, even spicier than Arakite offerings.  They had set up a picnic of sorts for him, eating at small wooden tables behind the house out in the warm summer air.  Fireflash made the mistake of gobbling before sniffing, and dove headlong into a creek that flowed just off the farmhouse to wash the spice out of his mouth.  Tarrin found it a little strange that a fire-breathing drake would have problems with spicy food.  Fireflash glared at him balefully when Tarrin chuckled and chided him when he returned, then quite deliberately shook off the water while standing on his shoulder, spraying the side of his face with cold water.
	All in all, his day in Gnomlin was a good one.  Precisely at sunset, he returned to the library when a Gnome child ran up and told him the Loremasters wished to see him, and he met them in the foyer.  He had to, he was too big to fit anywhere else.  We think we have an answer for you, he replied.  He snapped his fingers, and the map that Tarrin had Conjured appeared on the floor between them.  There are five possibilities, he explained.  Im sorry that we couldnt be more exact, but we dont have any references to Ruk Argoth either.
	Any help at all is appreciated.
	We figured, he grinned.  Here are the possibilities.  We know there were gates here, here, here, here, and here, he said, pointing to five red X hed made on the map.  Two were in Daltochan, one was on the edge of the mountains by Aldreth, one was literally on top of Castle Keening, and the fifth was in the mountains between Sulasia and Tykarthia.  Im afraid that we dont know which one is Ruk Argoth, but we do know that those are all the gates there are in the Skydancers.  Were not sure if the Dwarves knew about them all, but we wanted to be thorough.
	Your thoroughness may be what gets me the answer, he said with an approving nod.
	Good, good.  Oh, we have one more thing for you, he said.  He turned and looked at one of the other Loremasters, who stepped forward.  This is a gift from Denthar and Clangeddin, he said.
	Denthat was the Younger God of knowledge, lore, and patron of sages.  Clangeddin was one of the Dwarven gods, who should have been no more.  But he did know that a few of the old Dwarven gods were venerated by the Gnomes, and that worship kept them alive in Sennadar.
	Tarrin snorted.  I dont get along very well with the gods, Loremaster Arka, he said honestly.  Pardon me if I check and make sure your gift explodes.
	Arka laughed delightedly.  Well, I made it, so Im rather sure it wont blow up, he winked.  The other Loremaster presented him with a very small book.  Clangeddin wants you to have this.  Its a Gnomlin Travelling Spellbook.  It has a thousand pages, and it shrinks down to this size when youre not using it.  Clangeddin told us to tell you that he remembers the honor youve done the Dwarves and the Dwarven gods over the years, and that youre deserving of reward.
	Im not sure about that, and I may not be able to use it, but Ill accept your gift, Arka, he replied, taking the book.  It tingled of hidden magic.
	Clangeddin specifically told me to tell you that you will use this book, he said seriously.  You are to scribe every Wizard spell you know into this book.  Ive also added a few dozen spells or so that I thought you might find handy.
	Tarrin looked at Arka, and his serious expression stopped any kind of reply.  Ill do as Clangeddin says, he agreed mildly.
	Just speak the word aluxia to make it expand, and dathan to make it shrink, he instructed.  Im sure youll know what to do with it.
	Im sure I will.

	The book made Tarrin a bit pensive, for he could see the writing on the wall.
	Hed gone through this before.
	They were setting him up.  He could feel it.  Not setting him up for a fight, but preparing him to do something.  The Goddess had done this to him before he started after the Firestaff, quietly equipping him with necessary items and getting him ready to perform the task required of him.  But this time it involved the Dwarves, which explained why Clangeddin had had a hand in it.
	He wasnt quite sure what was going on yet, but hed figure it out.  Until then, he would make use of the book.  It would be handy to be able to carry around every Wizard spell he knew in a book he could put in a pocket.
	Still, if this was about the Dwarves, hed probably be willing to do it.  Anything that involved Dwarves usually had his undivided attention.
	They met once again in a council room in the Tower, and Tarrin went over what hed learned from the Gnomes with the others.  They gave me five sites, he told them.  It could be any one of them.  Here, he said, Conjuring the map and putting it on the table.  Two are in Daltochan, one is Castle Keening, one is right off Aldreth, and the last is right here, in the mountains between Martas Ford and the Scar.
	I say, thats the Valley of the Gods, Phandebrass chimed.  It has a bad reputation for being haunted, and its a treacherous pass.
	So, lets split up and check these places out, Jula said.  Father, you take the furthest one away, since you can fly the fastest.  Ill hitch a ride on my Air Elemental and check out this other one in Daltochan, Kimmie can check out the one near Aldreth because its close to home, Jenna can do Castle Keening, and she can drop off Phandebrass on the way so he can check the one in the Valley of the Gods.  That way everyone can get there quickly.
	I say, thats a good plan, Phandebrass nodded.
	Its practical, Jenna agreed.  What will we be looking for when we get there to know if we found the right one?
	Location, Tarrin answered.  After five thousand years, any marks of the Dwarves passage are probably long gone.  But the ga