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"But, what if those rock wolves are bored?" Dwin asked, in not quite a whisper, her gaze shifting from the rocks, to the water, to the horizon and then searching for the moon above. The old white man was somewhere behind the clouds. "Maybe they like to hear gossip time from time. Then they accumulate it within themselves and then scare other visitors, pretending to be ghosts," now that was an entirely different line of thought.

"Few hours? That will be awfully long. It will get cold," Dwin pointed out, slightly disappointed that the promised specatcle was not going to take place right away. "Is there any other stuff that we can dig up? Treasure - maybe?"