The Ring of Winter

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The creature had sixteen eyes, and all of them stared hungrily at the man in the center of the circular room. The would-be victim’s name—though the creature could not know this—was Artus Cimber, lauded throughout Faerûn as an explorer, historian, and seeker of adventure. At the moment, Artus was crouched in front of a short stone pedestal, appraising with a practiced eye the silver statue that rested there.

With slow, careful movements, the explorer circled the pillar. He held an ancient dagger before him, the gem in its hilt casting a soft radiance over the statue. The dagger had been given to him four years past by the centaurs of Tribe Pastilar in Lethyr Forest, a reward for recovering the chieftain’s sacred staff of judgment. Magical light was just one of the weapon’s strange properties. And at the moment, the bared blade was the only thing preventing the creature from dropping down on Artus, for the hunter’s mind was agile enough to recognize such an unusual threat.

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