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. When he spoke, though, it
was not to reassure himself but Flint. "They're all right
now."
The old dwarf drew a long breath and let it out in a heavy
sigh. He looked at his young friends sleeping around the
fire: Caramon, his scabbarded sword lying near to hand;
Sturm, who slept deep and looked as though he could wake
fast at need; Raistlin, likely walking in dreams only he
could understand; and Tas, curled like an exhausted pup
against Caramon's back. When the dwarf spoke again, Keli
sensed that some decision was being made. He sat forward
and listened.
"Aye, Tanis, they are. But the lands are changing, lad.
I feel it in my bones that things are shifting, growing
darker. At first it was good to have them along on these
trips for their company. Lately, it's been good having them
along because I could not ply my trade, such as it is these
days, along the old routes without them. Look at what
happened to the lad here! Goblins and bandits! And rumors
of worse and stranger things haunt the roads now."
Tanis reached out absently to ruffle Keli's hair. "You'll
not keep them safe in Solace by wishing it so, old friend."
"No, I know them better than that. And we're partners,
you and I, have been for a long time
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