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"I used to ask my parents if I could learn to cast magic
when I got older," the kender said. "My mother said maybe
it was a good thing I couldn't, since if you want to become
a magic-user, you have to pass a test, and they make you do
terrible things in the test. Is that true?"
The elf was silent for perhaps a minute. It was a differ ent
kind of silence than merely thinking. The goblin found
himself turning his head to hear better, straining to hear
more.
The kender poked the elf gently in the side with an
elbow.
"What?" asked the elf blankly. "Oh, the test. Yes, we
do have to take the Test of High Sorcery. The test doesn't
really make you do terrible things, but you ... you have to
... um ... go through some terrible things. The bad things
just ... happen to you. I don't think I want to talk about my
test right now. I want to keep my mind clear and ready for
tomorrow."
"Oh." There was a brief silence. "Would I have made a
good magic-user? I'm thirteen now. Is that old enough to
be a wizard?"
The news surprised the goblin. He had seen very few
kender in his life, but because they had all looked to be the
size of human children, he never thought twice about this
kender's age, assuming it was about thirty or so
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