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. Armavir always suspected
he was under Flint's care at the time.
Line 14: IN HIS FATHERING ARMS, THE SPIRIT
GATHERED. A punning reference to the dwarf's fondness
for distilled spirits, a vice Caramon Majere (himself no
teetotaller, as I recall) had the audacity to claim was
Armavir's own. Flint in fact gathered the dwarf-spirits on
the pretext that he was keeping them out of Armavir's
hands, but indeed these particular spirits dwindled
unexplainably in his care (however, see note to lines 19-23
below).
Lines 19-23: ONE FROM A HAVEN . . . AND GREEN
AGAIN. He HATED Tasslehoff. That fake innocence and
false cheeriness masked the fact that the kender was a cold-
hearted squirrel of a creature, Tanis's pet vole. WE know
who really found the Dragon Orb at the High Clerist's
Tower, don't we, you plundering, pony-tailed little
pipsqueak? We also know who it was that was nipping
Flint's firewater and refusing to scold Armavir after the
blame was passed elsewhere, not, as the others thought, out
of a natural soft-heartedness, but because it suited him to
APPEAR naturally soft-hearted, and in doing so, to shift the
blame more easily elsewhere, because the smarter ones -
Raistlin and old Flint - would have thought a self-righteous
lecture was strangely out of character
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