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. Which made the tension between Tanis,
his uncle, and his uncle's sons - Laurana's brothers - even more
So he had left. The void haunted him, and he knew he must face
his uncle - and Laurana - one day. The task was complicated by the
fact that the man was not only his uncle, but the Speaker of the Sun,
the leader of the Qualinesti Elves.
Flint reached out and squeezed Tanis's shoulder reassuringly.
"You'll always have a home here, lad."
Tanis looked away from the flames, giving Flint a smile that was
not reflected in those brooding, dark eyes. "I know." But this was to
be a happy parting, and Tanis did not wish to think of Qualinost just
now. Not yet.
He flashed Flint a cheery smile. "And if I know you, Flint
Fireforge, you'll spend the whole five years whittling before your
Flint sliced an over-large chunk from the wood in his fingers.
"And what would be wrong with that?" he asked indignantly. Tanis was
sure now that the dwarf intended to do just that.
"Nothing, except that it would be awfully boring after an hour
or so," interjected Tasslehoff, sending sparks flying as he stirred up
the fire in the hearth. "You know, Flint, I could stay for a while and
keep you company and -"
"And nothing." Flint cut in, glaring at the kender. "I don't
need any lame-brained kender underfoot! Did it occur to you that may e
I'd like to be a little bored after having you kids cluttering up my
hearth for so.long!" Tanis found the term "kid" amusing since he was
nearly one hundred years old by human reckoning, though he looked