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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Ii - Kender, Gully Dwarves, And Gnomes
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When they stepped out into the rage of the storm again,
Tanis thought that were wishes to be granted he would
forsake a mule's strong back and ask instead for a dog's
finely developed instinct for finding home. The wind had
erased any tracks they'd made coming into the stand.
Flint glared out into the night, thinking, as Tanis had,
that this was to have been an easy trip. It had been a
journey of only a few days to reach Esker. The wealthy
headman of the village had welcomed them eagerly and
been well pleased with the pair of silver goblets he'd
commissioned the previous summer. The goblets, with their
elegantly shaped stems, gilded interiors, and jeweled cups,
were to be a wedding gift for the man's beloved daughter.
Flint had labored long over their design, obtaining the finest
jewels for their decoration and the purest silver for their
execution. His client had been well pleased with them and
not inclined toward even the ritual dickering over their cost.
Aye, Flint thought now, they were beauties. And like to
cost us our lives.
The weird, atonal wailing of Tas's shepherd's pipe keened
through the shelter, rivaling the whine of the storm,
drawing Flint's nerves tighter with each moment that
passed
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