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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Ii - Kender, Gully Dwarves, And Gnomes
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. Reaching out a
trembling hand, he grasped hold of the staff which lay at his
side even while he slept.
"Aye, lad," said Dougan, regarding him with wide-eyed
innocence. "We're comrades. Share and share - "
"This staff," said Palin in a low, shaking voice,
"belonged to my uncle, Raistlin Majere! It was a gift from
him - "
"Indeed?" Dougan appeared impressed. "I wish I had
known that, lad," he said wistfully, "I would have wagered
more - "
"What happened?" Palin demanded feverishly.
"I lost." Dougan heaved a sigh. "I've seen a man roll
snake eyes twice in a game only once before and that was
when I - Well, never mind."
"You lost my staff!" Palin seemed near fainting.
"And our armor?" Sturm shouted, veins swelling in his
neck.
"Wait!" Dougan held up his hand hastily. The warriors
with the spears, despite their weapons and their obvious
advantage, were beginning to look a little nervous. "I knew
how upset you lads would be, losing all your possessions
like this, so I did the only thing I could. I wagered your
swords."
This time the shock was so great that neither Tanin nor
Sturm could speak, they simply stared at Dougan in stunned
silence.
"I put up the swords and my battle-ax against the magic
staff and my hat - I truly wish" - Dougan glanced at the
shaken Palin - "that I'd known the staff belonged to Raistlin
of the Black Robes
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