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. "Here's to his health!" Lifting his
mug, the dwarf took a long pull of the spirits, as did both
Tanin and Sturm. When the three set the mugs down, there
was no sound for the moment except slight gaspings for air.
This was followed by three, satisfied belches.
"Damn good!" said Sturm huskily, wiping his streaming
eyes.
"I've never had better!" Tanin swore, drawing a deep
breath.
"Drink up, lad!" said the dwarf to Palin. "You'll surely
drink a toast to your own father, won't you?"
"Of course he will, won't you, Palin?" said Tanin, his
voice dangerously pleasant.
Palin obediently took a sip of his wine, drinking to his
father's health. After that, the others quickly ignored him,
becoming absorbed in conversation about the parts of the
world each had traveled recently and what was transpiring
where. Palin, unable to take part in the conversation, fell to
studying the dwarf. Dougan was taller than most dwarves
the young man had known and, although he called himself
"old," he couldn't have been much over one hundred years,
an age considered to be just suitably mature for a dwarf.
His beard was obviously his pride and joy; he stroked it
often, never failing to draw attention to it when possible
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