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. I think that elf has cast an
evil spell on him."
"Dwarves don't know anything about magic," scoffed a
less superstitious townsman. "I heard that was some kind of
family feud - something to do with the old gold mine. The
hermit probably kept the blacksmith busy while the elf set
the fire."
"I know what I saw!" protested the witness. "He had on
some funny glasses and was reading from a piece of
parchment when the lightning came right out of his hands
just before the scroll blew up!"
"I heard Lodston tell Tidbore Ummer that his sheep were
going to die, and they did - every one of them! Tidbore said
the old fool told him he read the future from a magic
scroll."
"That old gold-hound can't read!"
"Read? By Paladine, he can't even see!"
"Well, he can now! I heard that this elf is a healer, not a
wizard, and that he made some glasses to heal the dwarf's
eyesight," someone whispered.
There was a nervous titter as a flurry of gossip about
healing spectacles spread among the tables.
"If that were true, the Seekers from Solace would be
crawling all over us. A healer in Krynn? Don't be a fool!"
"To me, the biggest puzzle is why a dwarf would take up
with an elf. They're supposed to hate each other, you
know
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