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Elistan found a distant comer and assumed a meditative pose.
Was he praying to Paladine-or some false god instead? I longed
for the ability to read minds. If Paladine really did exist and
Elistan was his cleric, why didn't he give me a sign?
"If you don't mind my saying so," Tasslehoff interrupted my
thoughts, "this stuff is awful. Don't get me wrong-I truly
appreciate you sharing your food- but do your people really eat
this all the time?"
"No," I said, grinning. "Sometimes we eat raw fish."
The kender's small face wrinkled with distaste. "Really? No
spiced potatoes, no dwarf spirits?" He shuddered. "I guess you
can't help being what you are-but I'm glad I was born a kender
and not an Ice Folk!"
I did not tell him so, but I was glad as well.
Derek paced till he could stand it no more. "May we please
continue looking for the orb now?" he asked with sarcastic
politeness. Laurana jerked awake.
"What?" she mumbled, dazed. "How long have I been asleep?"
With a grimace, she forced herself to her feet.
"Not long enough," Sturm muttered, giving Derek an irritated
glance.
Wincing, Laurana rubbed at the knotted muscles of her lower
back. "Never mind." She tried to sound energetic. "Let's see if this
cave leads anywhere."
"It had better," Derek said pointedly, glaring at me before
storming off toward the back of the cave. "Hurry up, Brightblade."
Smothering a grin, Sturm clapped me encouragingly on the
back and strode after the impatient knight
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