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Sintk waved a hand in front of William's piggy face.
"Are you dozing off again?" he asked. "William, I realize sleep
is a good way of forgetting about draconians and those nasty
hobgoblins. But, sad it is, a person wakes up and those sculpin are
still prowling about town, snooping in everyone's business and act-
ing like they belong here. Which, as a matter of fact, they don't,
and I would be the first to say so, if I were so bold. Now, do you
feel like yourself, or should I run to the herbalist's shop for a
potion?"
William shook his head vigorously to expel the list-lessness in
his mind. "I'm fine."
"What happened?" The dwarf looked suspicious.
"Business was slow. I fell asleep."
"You must have been daydreaming," the dwarf said. "You
were sleeping when I came in for my afternoon pint. You were
heaving and snorting like a man possessed by demons."
"I have seen demons and all sorts of things." William opened
his hand. A large oval coin was lying in his palm. The polished
metal disc glistened in the light. "Remember that coin the Red
Wizard used for his tricks?"
"Raistlin?" Sintk looked surprised. "I trust that faker and his
gang of misfits aren't back in town. And I hope you're not going to
start up with that magic coin business again. . . ."
"But there IS something magical about it," William insisted. "I
traveled from here and had a ... a ... strange encounter with a
beautiful maiden and a fearsome beast
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