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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. I - The Magic Of Krynn
Atec Март 01 2008 15:05:33
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. Otik
approved silently, but withdrew approval when the tradesman
agreeably beat dust from a knight as well-and easily lifted a
purse.
Otik coughed loudly. The man in the door looked started,
shrugged, and put back the purse. The knight slapped him on the
shoulder and drew him in. "I thank you, sir. Now, when you are in
your dotage, you may tell your wondering children how you once
polished the armor of Tumber the Mighty."
The tradesman rubbed his shoulder and said politely, "I am
sure that when I am in my dotage I shall speak of you often." The
knight nodded in satisfaction and sat down. The tradesman turned
to Otik. "I was cleaning a spot under his purse and neglected to put
it back. Thank you for-hmmm-reminding me."
"My pleasure, sir." Otik added, with emphasis, "I like to keep
my customers mindful of such things."
"Oh, I don't think I'll be absent-minded again." He was looking
back and forth alertly. "Tell me, sir innkeeper-"
"Otik." As always, Otik offered his hand.
"And I am Reger, called Reger the Trader-mostly." He let go
of Otik's hand, looked at his own in surprise, and passed Otik's
ring back. "Imagine that. I'm forgetful again. And you watching
me . . ." He smiled blandly at Otik.
Otik laughed. "Smoothly done. I take your point, Reger.
Instead of watching, I ask your cooperation tonight."
"You'll have it." For the first time, he looked tired. "I've
traveled long and hard
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