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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Ii - Kender, Gully Dwarves, And Gnomes
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. Urgent to Tas, at least.
It had to do with a talking wren. Tas had been certain
that the bird had spoken, pleading for help. His long brown
eyes had been bright with that certainty. No one had been
able to convince him otherwise. So off he'd gone like some
small knight on a quest.
And, everyone agreed, it was best to give Solace a chance
to cool its collective temper and forget about Tas for a time.
A winter-bound kender in Solace could do about as much
damage as a skulk of foxes in a henhouse, or an invading
army. Few folk had the patience for Tas's long and tangled
explanations about how he had simply "borrowed" the
missing item, truly meant to return it, and just couldn't
understand how the pilfered goods ended up in HIS
pouches.
Across the room Caramon's deep, bright laughter
pounced and overrode the quiet voices of his friends.
"A talking wren!" He attempted to raise the pitch of his
voice in imitation of the kender's piping insistence that he
had, indeed, spoken with a wren. He failed utterly. "And
one who asks for help, at that. Then off he goes with hardly
a good-bye."
Raistlin murmured something, and Tanis smiled. Sturm
only shook his head and continued to polish the already
gleaming blade of his sword
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