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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. I - The Magic Of Krynn
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William threw his torch on the floor. He grasped his
sword with both hands and rammed the blade deep into the
draconian's chest. The ease with which the steel pierced
flesh and bone amazed William.
William withdrew the sword, expecting the jailer to fall.
The burly draconian's clawed hands grabbed the table for
support and, with a low guttural cry, kicked out at William.
The innkeeper moved swiftly out of danger, then slashed
his blade against his opponent's throat. He tried to pull back
his weapon, but the blade seemed stuck into gristle or bone.
"Quick!" snapped Sintk. "Pull it out! He'll turn to
stone."
William mustered all his strength with both hands on
the hilt and pulled the sword free. Green blood spurted out
onto the draconian's tunic. A sidelong glance showed
William that the minotaur and Sintk had the other jailer on
the floor. The dwarf's blade was buried deep into the
draconian's belly.
The draconians made feeble dying motions. William
stepped over his victim and grabbed a large ring of keys off
a wooden peg on the wall.
"The prisoners are over here!" hissed the dwarf. "Come
quick! Bring the keys."
At the end of one of the corridors they found a large cell
carved out of solid stone with heavy metal bars and a large
locked door.
Dozens of prisoners were crowded up against the front of
the cell. Gaunt and skeletal, ragged and hungry, they were
the living dead, marked for torture or execution
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