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"Magic is great," said the kender. "I never knew you
had so much magic. I've wanted to see magic all my life
because my parents always told stories about it. They said
it was the most marvelous thing, but it wasn't fair because
kender couldn't cast magic, no matter how hard they
studied. But elves and humans knew how. Is that true?"
"I'm afraid there's some truth to that," the elf said.
"Kender can cast spells if they serve the gods, but the
Orders of High Sorcery are closed to them." He shrugged
his shoulders, but his voice betrayed a certain relief at his
words.
The goblin was appalled. A kender casting spells? The
very idea was chilling. Gods above, there was enough
trouble in the world already. Istar would be less of a threat
than a kender wizard.
"By the way," said the elf. "That's mine."
"What? Oh! I'm sorry." The kender handed something
back to the elf. "It fell out of your pocket."
The elf put the item on the ground far away from the
kender. "If I lose anything else, I won't be able to cast any
spells tomorrow," he warned.
"Oh," said the kender. There was a pause. "Here. I
found these, too."
The elf took the offered items with a deep sigh.
Thanks," he said, and all was quiet for a while
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