Salvador Dali The Rose

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had been a very long night, and the morning didn't seem to be an improvement. The only person more than half-awake was Esk, who had slept through the whole thing under one of the wagons and had complained only of odd dreams.
Still, it was a relief to get away from that macabre sight. Gander considered that gnolls didn't look any better inside than out. He hated their guts.
Esk sat on Treatle's wagon, talking to Simon who was steering inexpertly while the wizard caught up with some sleep hayfever.
"Did you want to be a wizard when you were a little boy?"
Simon shook his head. "I just www-"
"- wanted -"
"- tto find out how things www -"behind them. Simon did everything inexpertly. He was really good at it. He was one of those tall lads apparently made out of knees, thumbs and elbows. Watching him walk was a strain, you kept waiting for the strings to snap, and when he talked the spasm of agony on his face if he spotted an S or W looming ahead in the sentence made people instinctively say them for him. It was worth it for the grateful look which spread across his acned face like sunrise on the moon. At the moment his eyes were streaming with
"- worked? -"