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Then the elf, a twinkle coming to his eye, began to chuckle.
His cheeks reddened merrily. The others slowly joined him,
and soon everyone was laughing.
"Well, how do you like that?" said the elf, wiping a
cheerful tear from a pale blue eye as he returned to pick up
his chair. "Some people just don't know how to say thank
you."
Everyone was now roaring heartily and shaking their
heads in amusement as they resettled themselves into their
chairs to resume their drinking.
All, that is, except old Pug. He only sighed deeply as he
returned to his counter to sweep away the shards of his
broken clay steins. Once again, as he knew would happen, a
kender had left without paying his tab.
Definitions of Honor
Richard A. Knaak
They called the village Dragon's Point. It was a grand
name for a tiny human settlement located at the tip of a
peninsula northeast of Kornen. Fishtown might have been
more appropriate. All who lived in Dragon's Point played
some part in the fishing trade. Young and old, men and
women.
Visitors were rare in this part of the world: a few traders,
a wandering soul, even a minor cleric now and then. A
Knight of Solamnia, then, should have been a sight rare
enough to make every villager cease his work and stare in
astonishment
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