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Indeed, I was no gambler, but I was drawn by the
kender, by the sense of childhood and of play, by the sense
that he felt distracted from his true business by the
preparations for siege. It reminded me of how things stood
with me ten years ago, when I was six and put away
childish things in the service of Solamnia, and perhaps
those memories lost me even more money at dice, for I
challenged the kender at gaming often, trying to decide
whether I pitied him or envied him.
The other outlandish folk were more distant, in keeping
with the customs of their people. The dwarf was impatient
for battle, at the ramparts often, wrapped in metal and furs
and a sullen quiet, brandishing his wicked-looking axe and
staring out over the expanse of snow for dragons, armies,
movement. I had little to say to him, and suspected he
preferred it that way.
Nor had I much to say to the elf maiden, exotic, distant,
and a little frightening in her shining and most unfeminine
armor. Golden hair, green eyes - the legend that their
women are more beautiful than ours cannot be proved true
or false by one example, one woman, but if it could, no
doubt the elves would have sent this one for comparison.
Yet unlike many of the girls of our country, posing,
giggling, bearing garlands and gloves for the knight of their
fancy, for any boy at the borders of knighthood, this one,
this Laurana, was not caught up in her own beauty
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