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. "She's so..."
"Driven?" Tanis completed the sentence.
"Determined, I was going to say," said the ingenuous kender.
"She is that," said Tanis with a knowing smile.
"I'm worried about those darn fool brothers of hers," Flint
muttered, "although I don't know why I bother. And I don't care what
anyone says, Raistlin is too young to be taking that magical test in
the Tower of High Sorcery. Gonna get himself killed is all. And poor
Caramon - I don't know what he would do without him." The twin
brothers, Caramon and Raistlin Majere - Kitiara's half-brothers - had
already left as well. Frail Raistlin intended to take the dangerous
magic user's test in the Tower of High Sorcery at Wayreth, and his
burly brother Caramon had insisted on accompanying him for protection.
Tasslehoff looked thoughtful. "I think it's the other way
around," he said, not intending to sound unkind. "I don't know what
Raistlin would do without Caramon. Unless, of course, he's dead."
"Family...." was all Tanis said, his thoughts remote.
"That's it!" Tas exclaimed, jumping to his feet, his eyes
sparkling with excitement. "That's what I'll do! I'll go visit my
family. Gee, I wonder where any of them are."
"You don't know?" Flint asked, looking up from his whittling.
"How about your parents?"
"Not exactly, no. Not lately, anyhow."
"Then, how do you even know whether any of them are still
alive?" Tanis asked, sipping his ale.
"Someone would have told me if they weren't, I guess," Tas
reasoned
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