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. He crossed his slender arms. "Thank you, sir," he
called to the stranger. "Perhaps
you can tell these Doubting Trapspringers what you saw."
Everyone, still gathered around the kender's table,
waited for the stranger to speak. But he didn't seem to
care to continue, and he sipped from his brew
mysteriously.
"Yes, why don't you tell us?" asked the dwarf, taking his
stein and waddling over to the stranger's table.
"What difference does it make?" growled the stranger
from beneath his cowl. "Toede was a sniveling, cowardly
idiot. He had no business being a Dragon Highlord."
At this, Talorin's pointy ears grew red again.
"Maybe so," said the elf, also walking over. "But he
caused much harm. If he's dead, then I for one would like
to know how it came about."
From deep within his hood, the stranger seemed to be
staring at the nearly empty stein sitting before him.
"Perhaps if someone were to buy me another ale - "
"Pug! Bring the gentleman another brew!" called the
dwarf, settling himself on a chair at the stranger's table, his
broad, leather-clad feet dangling. Soon everyone who had
been around Talorin drew closer to the stranger. But the
kender, not to be left out, squeezed himself back into their
midst
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