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. So hard were
they laughing that they had fallen right over onto their
backs and were holding their aching stomachs. . . .
*****
And that, more or less, was the tale that was told in the
tavern and came to be retold over and over throughout
Krynn.
When the hooded stranger had finished speaking, the
other patrons looked first at him, then at Talorin, who was
smiling proudly from pointy ear to pointy ear. "Kender can
sneak up on any sleeping dragon," he added unnecessarily.
Old Pug scratched his curly hair. "Well, I'll be," he said.
"So it's true about Kronin."
Another patron, the lanky human, patted the proud
kender on the back.
"And now, kind stranger," continued Talorin
expansively, "perhaps you would like to offer thanks for
your liberation. I would be most happy to relay your
gratitude to the great Kronin himself."
"Gratitude?" grumbled the hooded stranger. "Gratitude?
For my LIBERATION?"
"Why, of course. Everyone knows Toede was a horrible
tyrant, and ever since that day - "
"Ever since that day," broke in the stranger, "I have sure
enough been free - but free to what? To wander aimlessly?
To go hungry? To find no shelter? Gratitude, you say?
Look! Look upon my gratitude!" And, with that, the
stranger tossed back his hood
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