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"You all right?" Tanin asked anxiously. Standing up, he
offered Palin his hand. "I didn't mean to hit you quite so
hard."
"I think you broke every bone in my body!" Palin
wheezed, trying to catch his breath. He stared at the prow of
the ship, where the Thing was disappearing over the edge.
"What in the name of the Abyss was that?" He looked at
Dougan. The dwarf was also, somewhat shamefacedly,
picking himself up off the deck.
His face as red as his velvet breeches, Dougan was
brushing off bits of wood, strands of rope, and sea foam
when he was suddenly surrounded by a horde of jabbering,
small creatures, endeavoring to help him.
"Ahoy there!" Dougan roared irritably, flapping his
hands at the creatures. "Stand off! Stand off, I say! Get back
to your tasks!"
Obediently, the creatures ran away, though more than a
few took a second or two to eye the three brothers. One
even approached Palin, an eager hand stretched out to touch
the Staff of Magius.
"Get back!" Palin cried, clutching the staff to him.
Sniffing, the creature retreated, but its bright eyes
lingered hungrily on the staff as it returned to whatever it
was doing.
"Gnomes!" said Sturm in awe, lowering his sword.
"Uh, yes," muttered Dougan, embarrassed
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