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"Race?"
"Human."
The maiden frowned and wrote a strange symbol on the
parchment.
"Age?
"Thirty-eight."
"Where were you born?"
"Port Balifor."
The comely maiden hissed a smile. "Ah, one of my favorite
areas. Your people have been kind-hearted since the beginning of
Krynn. Now, William, do you have any living relatives?"
"No. My mother died when I was a baby."
"And your father?"
"He was a sailor whose ship was lost. That happened when I
was eighteen. There were bad storms that year."
"Tragic," said the maiden, though she was still smiling. "Now,
William, have you lived a life of grace?"
"What does that mean?"
"Have you worshipped the true gods in a faithful manner?"
William shook his head, negatively. "I've not given much
thought to worshipping gods."
The maiden frowned. "Do you have courage?"
"I'm a coward," answered William truthfully. "I dream about
doing something brave, but I never do it."
"Follow your instincts in matters of courage," said the maiden
in a waspish tone. "Now, are you committed to anyone?"
"What does that mean?"
The maiden raised an eyebrow. "You know ... do you fiddle-
faddle around with any females?"
"Women like their men to be handsome. I have a face that only
a mother could love." William's hand moved across his porcine
features. "Folks say a pig overturned my crib when I was a baby.
My face was supposed to have been marked by the experience
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