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. "Yes,
you were. . . . My mace, please," he reminded Tas.
"Oh, this?" Tas asked, pulling the mace from his pack, where
he'd obviously placed it for safe-keeping. "Yes, well, I was talking
about something else. Listen."
The kender's voice hushed, the room became strangely,
uncomfortably quiet. Tasslehoff crept slowly toward the center,
cocking his head from side to side. As if frozen, we all stood
watching him. "Do you hear it, Sturm?" he asked softly. "It sounds
like . . . like clicking, or scratching. Raggart?"
All eyes turned to me as if I should somehow know the source
of the strange noise. I reached up to pull down my fur hood so that
I could hear better, when Derek bellowed in sudden fury, his
sword flashing from its sheath. Before any of us had time to
comprehend what was happening, the room exploded into snarling,
screaming chaos. Minotaurs, creatures with the bodies of men and
the heads of bulls, and thanoi, another bizarre mix of human and
walrus, burst through the doorway and fell on the two knights and
the kender.
Surprised, Sturm had barely time enough to draw his weapon
from under his furs. Surging forward with Derek, he strove to push
the gruesome creatures back to the door. But the thanoi, hungry for
the blood of intruders, were crazed. Swinging wildly with axes and
clubs, they forced the two knights back into the center of the room.
My eye caught sight of Laurana's flaxen hair as she drew her
blade and lunged forward to join the attack
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