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"Leave that alone!" shouted the kender, snatching the
weapon back.
"What's this?" said the human. "A kender getting angry?
Where's your usual sense of humor?"
"He's had too much ale," suggested the dwarf with a
smirk.
"Yes, that explains his ridiculous claims," agreed the elf,
waving the story away with his long, slender hand.
"Phooey on you all!" shouted the kender. "Kronin and
I are heroes whether you believe it or not!"
"Tell me," called old Pug from behind the counter,
"did anyone actually see you do this deed?"
There was a brief silence.
"That's right," said the lanky human, resting his stein
on the table. "Can anyone back you on this?"
The kender started to sputter in frustration, when, from
across the room, someone shouted:
"I can!"
Everyone turned in surprise to see who had spoken.
Sitting at a table near the wooden wall was a hooded
figure slouched over a stein. It was unclear what sort of
being he was, but his robes were all in tatters. "And who,
pray tell, are you that you should know?" asked Pug, his
thick eyebrows rising inquisitively.
"I was there," said the hooded stranger. "I saw it all.
This kender's name must be Talorin."
The kender beamed, proud that news of his deed had
reached another's ears and that this stranger actually knew
his name
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