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" They had been running with little rest for half the day, and Janner was glad for Leeli’s sake that Podo led them at a walk. They veered off the road and crossed the green bottomland to the trees so there would be no question that they intended to enter the Strander camp. When Podo approached, three men rushed forward, hissing and swinging daggers. Podo stood his ground and held Claxton’s pendant in the air. The Stranders stopped in their tracks a few steps away. “That’s Claxton Weaver’s pone, but you ain’t Claxton Weaver,” one of them said suspiciously. “No, I ain’t,” Podo said. “But I got his pone all the same, so if you’re wise, ye’ll let us tread on without trouble.” The three men considered this in silence. "
― Andrew Peterson , North! or Be Eaten (The Wingfeather Saga, #2)
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" Room eight contained a neatly made bed, a wash basin on a chest of drawers, and a desk, each piece of furniture simple but sturdy. Joe moved to the window and paused, looking out at the wreckage of Glipwood with a pang of sadness. Below the window lay what remained of Shaggy’s Tavern. The stone chimney stood like the trunk of an old petrified tree, the ground littered with planks, broken stools, and shattered bottles. Wincing at the creak of his footsteps on the wooden floor, he crept to the chest of drawers and slid it away from the wall. Behind the bureau was a small doorway. Joe looked around one last time and ducked inside, pulling the chest back into place behind him. "
― Andrew Peterson , North! or Be Eaten (The Wingfeather Saga, #2)