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." He smiled
and shook his head. The kender's attention was like a
feather on the wind. "Still, I don't doubt you're right,
Caramon. This rain will be snow before morning. We're not
done with winter yet, and Tas likes a warm fire and a good
meal as well as anyone. I don't think Solace is going to have
a chance to miss him before he's back."
"Miss him?" Raistlin left his seat by the fire and gave his
brother a quick look and Tanis a dour smile. "He could be
gone for a year and go unmissed around here. The hour is
late. Are you coming, Caramon?"
Caramon nodded, bade his friends good night, and
followed his brother from the room. Sturm was up and gone
a moment later, and the house was silent but for the
drumming rain on the roof.
Tanis poked up the fire in the hearth and poured himself
a last cup of wine. He settled down on the floor next to
Flint's chair and watched the flames dance.
"Talking wrens," he said, after a time. "I think it was
more boredom and restlessness. I can understand that. It has
been a long winter."
Flint snorted. "Long winters are fine, peaceful things
when they're not plagued by kender."
"And old dwarves are solemn, grim creatures when
they've no kender to be plagued with
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