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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
Atec Март 01 2008 15:03:31
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It's mine."
"I wouldn't doubt it for a minute," the kender said in-
nocently. "Besides, I don't need it. I have a matched pair
of nice cat-tooth daggers. Why would I need another
dagger?"
Quite a crowd seemed to have gathered, Chane no-
ticed. Fleece Ironhill and Camber Meld were nearby,
with a number of their people from the refugee camps.
Also, there was a horse.
"Speaking of daggers," the kender chattered, "I hope
you took care of my pouch while I was gone, because I
think that's what Zap is attached to."
"That thing has been hanging around ever since you
left," Chane noted absently. "So maybe it is your pouch
it's attached to."
"Well, I plan to get rid of that pouch," Chess said.
Near at hand, something silent seemed to say, "Yes,
do. Please."
Several of those present jumped, and some turned full
circle, searching.
"What was that?" Jilian Firestoke asked.
"That was Zap." Chess shrugged. "Spooky, isn't he?"
"It's an unexploded spell," Chane told the girl. "Chess
accumulated it somewhere."
"He wants to happen," Chess explained, "but he can't
because he's too close to Chane, and Chane has the Spell-
binder."
"Well, when we come to someplace harmless, you can
throw away your pouch and that should put an end to
that," the dwarf said.
"Soon, please," Zap's soundless voice sounded
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