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. "I was being a superior, self-
righteous twit, as both of you tried to point out." He was
silent a moment, trying to decide if he was going to be sick
or not. Finally, he thought he wasn't and added, "We're in
this together now, anyway. Either of you know where we
are and what's going on?"
"We're in the hold of a ship," Tanin said. "And, from the
sounds of it, they've got some great beast chained up there."
"A dragon?" Palin asked quietly.
"Could be." Tanin answered. "I remember Tanis
describing the black dragon that attacked them in Xak
Tsaroth. He heard a gurgling noise and a hissing, like water
boiling in a kettle. . . ."
"But why would anyone chain a dragon up on a ship?"
argued Sturm weakly.
"All kinds of reasons," Palin muttered. "Most of them
nasty."
"Probably keeps slaves like us in line. Palin," called
Tanin in a low voice, "can you do anything? To free us, I
mean? You know, your magic?"
"No," said Palin bitterly. "My spell components are gone -
Not that I could get to them if I had them, since my hands
are tied. My staff - MY STAFF!" He recalled with a pang.
Fearfully he struggled to sit up, glanced around, then
breathed a sigh of relief. The Staff of Magius stood in a
corner, leaning up against the hull of the ship
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