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"Yeah," Tanin snapped gloomily, his gaze following Sturm's.
"I'm thinking of him, too! It's HIS fault we're here in the first
place!" Moodily kicking a table leg as he walked past, Tanin
resumed his pacing. Seeing his little brother flinch at his older
brother's words, Sturm sighed and returned to his sport of trying to
hit Tanin between the shoulder blades with the bread.
Anyone observing the older two young men (as someone was at
this very moment) might have taken them for twins, although they
were-in reality-a year apart in age. Twenty-four and twenty-
three respectively, Tanin and Sturm (named for Caramon's best
friend, Tanis Half-Elven, and the heroic Knight of Solamnia,
Sturm Brightblade) looked, acted, and even thought alike. Indeed,
they often played the part of twins and enjoyed nothing so much as
when people mistook one for the other.
Big and brawny, each young man had Caramon's splendid
physique and his genial, honest face. But the bright red curls and
dancing green eyes that wreaked such havoc among the women the
young men met came directly from their mother, who had broken
her share of hearts in her youth. One of the beauties of Krynn as
well as a renowned warrior, Tika Waylan had grown a little
plumper since the days when she bashed draconians over the head
with her skillet. But heads still turned when Tika waited tables in
her fluffy, low-necked, white blouse, and there were few men who
left the Inn of the Last Home without swearing that Caramon was
a lucky fellow
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