"Seriously?  We're talking about just four guys?"  Freyd was talking to the foreman at one of the obsidian quarries near Yogan village, right up against the base of Mount Kazan.  By his tone, he was struggling to believe the requirements of the quest that he'd just been offered. "There have to be fifty of you here.  Look at the size of your forearms, man!  They're bigger than both of your legs combined."  The disproportionate modeling reminded him of a series of caricatures he'd seen on the