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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. I - The Magic Of Krynn
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. From a knight in financial
straits. But I really have used it a little." He added desperately,
"Come, love, and we'll seek glory together. Really, I'll let you use
it some, if you'll just give it back-"
She pulled the sword away as he reached. "Borrowed, is it?
Now it's twice borrowed." She shouted, in a voice that made the
tankards vibrate, "Off to fortune and glory!" A few lovers cheered
her between kisses. Otik moved to block her exit, but Elga swung
the stolen sword menacingly in the doorway. Otik ducked aside,
and she was gone.
Tumber the Mighty scuttled past Otik, throwing coins at him.
"For her drinks and mine. Really, I don't know what got into her.
Wonderful girl, actually; she loved my stories almost as much as I
do. Wait, love!" he called down the stairs, and dashed out of sight,
knocking Otik sideways.
Otik nearly backed into a raised arm; a middle-aged, peasant
couple were waving arms at each other, their eyes locked. "Did
you or did you not look at her with pure desire, you great wobble-
cheeked fool?" asked the woman.
"Anyone would," the man answered, loud enough to be heard
several trees over. "Especially if he were married to a wretched
mass of gripes and dimples like you, cow. And you're one to talk,
aren't you-ogling that skinny little sly-looking traveler back-"
He turned to point at Reger, wavering when all he could see was
an occasional flailing fist or arm
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