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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. I - The Magic Of Krynn
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The green eyes of young Sturm were not dancing now, however.
Instead, they glinted mischievously as, with a wink at his younger
brother-who wasn't watching-Sturm rose silently to his feet
and, positioning himself behind the preoccupied Tanin, quietly
drew his sword. Just as Tanin turned around, Sturm stuck the
sword blade between his brother's legs, sending him to the floor
with a crash that seemed to shake the very foundation of the
Tower.
"Damn you for a lame-brained gully dwarf!" roared Tanin,
falling flat on his face. Clambering to his feet, he leaped after his
brother, who was scrambling to get out of the way. Tanin caught
him and, grabbing hold of the grinning Sturm by the collar of his
tunic, sent him sprawling backward into the table, smashing it to
the floor. Tanin jumped on top of his brother, and the two were
engaged in their usual rough and tumble antics that had left several
bar rooms in Ansalon in shambles when a quiet voice brought the
tussle to a halt.
"Stop it," said Palin tensely, rising from his chair by the fire.
"Stop it, both of you! Remember where you are!"
"I remember where I am," Tanin said sulkily, gazing up at his
youngest brother.
As tall as the older two young men, Palin was well-built. Given
to study rather than sword-play, however, he lacked the heavy
musculature of the two warriors. He had his mother's red hair, but
it was not fiery red, being nearer a dark auburn
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