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CHAPTER TWO
"This place shivers my skin!" Tanin muttered, with a sideways
glance at his youngest brother.
Slowly sipping a cup of tarbean tea, Palin stared into the flames
of the fire, pretending not to have heard Tanin's remark, which he
knew was addressed to him.
"Oh, in the name of the Abyss, would you sit down!" Sturm
said, tossing pieces of bread at his brother. "You're going to walk
yourself right through the floor, and the gods only know what's
beneath us."
Tanin only frowned, shaking his head, and continued his
pacing.
"Reorx's beard, brother!" Sturm continued almost
incomprehensibly, his mouth full of cheese. "You'd think we were
in a draconian dungeon instead of what might pass for a room in
one of the finest inns in Pa-lanthas itself! Good food, great ale-"
he took a long pull to wash down the cheese-" and there'd be
pleasant company if you weren't acting such a doorknob!"
"Well, we aren't in one of the inns in Palanthas," said Tanin
sarcastically, stopping in his pacing to catch a hunk of thrown
bread. Grinding it to bits in his hand, he tossed it on the floor.
"We're in the Tower of High Sorcery in Wayreth. We've been
spirited into this room. The damn door's locked and we can't get
out. We have no idea what these wizards have done with Father,
and all you can think of is cheese and ale!"
"That's not ALL I'm thinking of," Sturm said quietly with a nod
of his head and a worried glance at their little brother, who was
still staring into the fire
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