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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Ii - Kender, Gully Dwarves, And Gnomes
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. Sturm's
was already in the dwarf's hand.
"I'll have wine, thank you," Palin said stiffly. Then he
added in an undertone, "You know how Father feels about
that stuff."
Tanin responded with an icy glare and Sturm laughed.
"Aw, loosen up, Palin!" Sturm said. "A mug or two of
dwarf spirits never hurt anyone."
"Right you are there, lad!" said Dougan roundly. " Tis
good for what ails you, my father was wont to say. This
marvelous elixir'll mend broken head or broken heart. Try
it, young wizard. If your father be the Hero of the Lance,
Caramon Majere, then he lifted a glass or two in his day, if
all the tales I've heard about him be true!"
"I'll have wine," Palin repeated, coldly ignoring his
brothers' elbow-nudging and foot-kicking.
"Probably best for the young lad," said Dougan with a
wink at Tanin. "Innkeep, wine for the youngster here!"
Palin flushed in shame, but there was little he could say,
realizing he'd said more than enough already. Embarrassed,
he took his glass and hunched down in his white robes,
unable to look around. He had the feeling that everyone in
the inn was laughing at him.
"So, you've heard of our father?" Tanin asked abruptly,
changing the subject.
"Who hasn't heard of Caramon Majere, Hero of the
Lance," said Dougan
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