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. Trouble was bad for business, cut into profits.
"Serving girl'll be along to turn down the bed."
The "riff-raff," stew dripping off his nose, might have
been content to let the mysterious person go her way. There
had been a coolness in the voice, and the quick, self-
possessed movement indicated that the guest had some
experience caring for herself. But the big warrior laughed at
the innkeeper's remark - a chuckle of appreciation - and so
did the "hunting" party by the fire. Their laughter was the
laughter of derision, however.
Casting his comrades an angry glance, the man wiped
stew from his eyes and leaped to his feet. Overturning the
table, he followed the woman, who was half-way up the
stairs.
"I'LL show you to yer room!" he leered, grabbing hold
of her and jerking her backward.
Caught off-balance, the guest fell into the ruffian's
arms with a cry that proved beyond a shadow of a doubt
that she was, indeed, a female.
"Raistlin?" pleaded Caramon, his hand on the hilt of his
sword.
"Very well, my brother," the mage said with a sigh.
Reaching out his hand for the staff he had leaned against the
wall, he used it to pull himself to his feet.
Caramon was starting to stand up when he saw his
brother's eyes go to a point just behind him
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