Umber

Tenser directs the adventurers to a mysterious island where years ago he was forced to abandon the Crook of Rao, now Oerth’s best hope for curing the disease rampaging across it.

“Even dogs stop turning in circles,” Willie complained when Brin stirred restlessly again.

“You’re not exactly a model of repose yourself, you know,” she retorted. The sky shaman in the lone friendly village they’d found on the mad demigod Zagyg’s island playground – and its friendship won only by slaying a prehistoric psionic monster and returning with its massive head – had shown them a place to rest, but rest was coming hard to both Brin and Willie.

The weasel’s bright black eyes were peevish. “Too long without Hadrack for you.”
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