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"Yeah? And I'm a half-ogre," retorted Tanin angrily. "Look at
me when I'm talking, Palin-"
"Just leave me alone!"
"Hey, you two-" Sturm the peacemaker started to intervene
when the three young men suddenly realized they were not alone
in the room.
All quarrels forgotten, the brothers acted instantly. Sturm rose
to his feet with the quickness of a cat. His hand on the hilt of his
sword, he joined Tanin, who had already moved to stand
protectively in front of the unarmed Palin. Like all magic-users,
the young man carried neither sword nor shield nor wore armor.
But his hand went to the dagger he carried concealed beneath his
robes, his mind already forming the words of the few defensive
spells he had been allowed to learn.
"Who are you?" Tanin asked harshly, staring at the man
standing in the center of the locked room. "How did you get in
here?"
"As to how I got here"-the man smiled broadly- "there are
no walls in the Tower of High Sorcery for those who walk with
magic. As for who I am, my name is Dunbar Mastersmate, of
Northern Ergoth."
"What do you want?" Sturm asked quietly.
"Want? Why-to make certain you are comfortable, that is
all," Dunbar answered. "I am your host-"
"You? A magic-user?" Tanin gaped, and even Palin seemed
slightly startled.
In a world where wizards are noted for having more
brains than brawn, this man was obviously the exception.
Standing as tall as Tanin, he had a barrel of a chest that
Caramon might well have envied
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