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. Thirteen
was far younger than he had expected of someone,
especially a kender, with so much ability at wilderness
survival and lore.
"Thirteen is a little young," the elf finally commented.
"But a few wizards start not long after that age. Some
slightly younger."
The kender seemed to be thinking hard about
something after that. Finally, he blurted out, "Could you
cast a spell for me?"
The goblin blinked in shock. What?
"Well, I could," said the elf slowly, "but most of the
spells I have right now should be saved for tomorrow
night." He paused for a moment, then said, "I suppose I
could try one small thing. I can relearn a new spell in its
place in the morning."
The kender leaned forward in excitement. "Really? A
real spell?"
He dropped his voice, glancing back at the goblin and
minotaur. The goblin closed his eyes, though he figured
they'd never know if he was awake or not unless he moved
around.
"All right, I'm ready!" the kender whispered. "You
won't set anything on fire, will you? It's awfully dry out
here and it hasn't rained in the last five days. Anything but
that is fine."
"Don't worry," the elf said softly, and he raised his
hands. "IMPILTEH PEH."
A faint blue light - a tiny ball the size of a fingernail -
began to glow in the darkness between the elf's fingers
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