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. Even here, they've heard of him, and I
likely could have gotten the chief to throw in the armor. As
it was, he wasn't all that impressed with what he'd seen of
the staff - "
"Get on with it!" Palin cried in a choked voice, clutching
the staff close.
"I won!" Dougan spread his hands, then sighed again,
only this was a sigh of ecstasy. "Ah, what a throw that was.
. . ."
"So ... I have my staff?" Palin asked timidly,
brightening.
"We have our swords?" Tanin and Sturm began to
breathe.
"Finding that my luck had shifted," the dwarf said,
plunging the brothers into gloom once more, "I decided to
try for the armor again. Figuring what good were swords
without armor, I bet the weapons and - " He gestured
bleakly toward the warriors with the spears.
"You lost," Tanin said glumly.
"But I still have my staff?" Palin asked nervously.
"Aye, lad. I tried to use it to win back the swords, my
axe, and the armor, but the chief didn't want it." Dougan
shook his head, then gazed at Palin intently, a sudden,
cunning expression twisting his face. "But if you were to
tell him it belonged to the great Raistlin Majere, perhaps I
could - "
"No!" snarled Palin, holding the staff close.
"But, lad," pleaded the dwarf, "my luck's bound to change
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