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eating the magicians who raised them.

Beldin reported that the Arends had grown even more stupid--if that's
possible--and that they all lived in a more or less perpetual state of
war.

Belmakor had passed through the lands of the Nyissans on his way to
Melcena, and he reported that the Snake People were still fearfully
primitive.

No one's ever accused the Nyissans of being energetic, but you'd think
they might have at least started building houses by now. The Melcenes,
of course, did build houses--probably more than they really needed--but
it kept them out of mischief. On his way back, he passed through Kell,
and he told us that the Dals were much involved in arcane
studies--astrology, necromancy, and the like. The Dals spend so much
of their time trying to look into the future that they tend to lose
sight of the present. I hate mystics! The only good part of it was
that they were so fuzzy-headed that they didn't pose a threat to
anybody else.

The Alorns, of course, were an entirely different matter. They're a
noisy, belligerent people who'll fight at the drop of a hat. Beltira
and Belkira looked in on their fellow Alorns. Fortunately for the sake
of world peace, the Alorns, like the Arends, spent most of their time
fighting each other rather than doing war on other races, but the twins
strongly suggested that we keep an eye on them. I have been doing just
that for the past five thousand years. It was probably that more than
anything else that turned my hair white. Alorns can get into more
trouble by accident than other people can on purpose--always excepting
the Arends, of course. Arends are perpetually a catastrophe waiting to
explode.

Our Master considered our reports carefully and concluded that the
world outside the Vale was generally peaceful and that only the
Angaraks were likely to cause trouble. He told us that he'd have a
word with his brother Torak about that particular problem, pointing out
to him that if any kind of general war broke out, the Gods themselves
would inevitably be drawn in, and that would be disastrous.

"Methinks I can make him see reason," Aldur told us. Reason? Torak?
Sometimes my Master's optimism got the better of him.

As I recall, he had been absently fondling that strange grey stone of
his as we made our reports. He'd had the thing for so long that I
don't think he even realized that it was in his hand. Over the years
since he'd spoken with UL about it, I don't think he'd once put it
down, and it somehow almost became a part of him.

Naturally it was Belzedar who noticed it. I wonder how everything