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Palin and Sturm stared at the dwarf, too stunned to
speak.
"Aye, lad." Dougan sighed heavily. "It was a sure thing,
too. . . ."
"So the Graygem's loose in the world again," Palin
murmured.
"I'm afraid so. After all, I DID lose the original wager, if
you will remember. But don't worry, laddie," said the
dwarf, laying his hand on Palin's arm. "We'll get it back!
Someday, we'll get it back!"
"What do you mean WE?" Tanin growled.
"I swear by Paladine and by Gilean and by the Dark
Queen and by all the gods in the heavens that if I ever in
my life see you even looking my direction, dwarf, I will
turn around and walk - no, run - the opposite way!" Sturm
vowed devoutly.
"The same goes for me," said Palin.
"And me!" said Tanin.
Dougan looked at them, downcast for a moment. Then, a
grin split the dwarf's face. His beady eyes glittered.
"Wanna bet?"
Into the Heart of the Story
The True Authorship of the Dragonlance Songs
by Virumsortiticorporafurtimincludum1
I. Introduction
The recent publication of the book LEAVES FROM THE
INN OF THE LAST HOME should still, for the moment, all
other argument among the distinguished members of the
Philosophers Guild; once again, we are united, and the
ongoing quarrel between the eminent Doctor
Sicfatusdeindecomantemandrogeigaleam and the equally
eminent Doctor
Vitaquecumgemitufugitindignatasubumbras2 - a dispute as
to whether long abandoned armor still retains the thoughts
and words of those who have worn it, and whether we
would want to listen to it anyway - has been suspended in
the interest of patriotism
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