No simple piece of cloth could block the Eye of Divinity. As the Dwarves shoved him along through the hills, he was aware of everything around him--aware of the anger and hatred they felt for him and their desire to murder him. He was an outsider, a threat to their land and way of life, and they would show him no mercy. "How far are we going?" he asked. It had been at least three hours with no rest. Panting and grunting Dwarves were all around him as they trudged along the hillsides. When no one answered, he asked again. This display of persistence earned him a punch to the back, which he blocked with the Eye. Though the blow didn't hurt him, the Dwarf who administered it didn't know that. "How did that feel, outsider?" the Dwarf growled. "There's more where that came from. Try walking these hills with a wounded back." "No thanks," said Lannon. "It's hard enough walking them while healthy. Why would I want to make it worse?" "Your smart mouth will make it worse," came the reply. "I just asked a simple question," said Lannon.
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