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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Iii - Love And War
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. But there were a few gully dwarves around; Slegart
hired them to cook and clean up, and he was not averse to
allowing goblins to stay in his place as long as they behaved
themselves. There were no goblins this night, however,
though there were some humans who might have been taken
for goblins - so twisted and crafty were their faces. It was
this large party who had taken several of Slegart's rooms
(and there weren't many in the small, shabby place), leaving
only two empty.
Just about the time when the first evening star appeared
in the sky, to be almost immediately overrun by the
advancing column of clouds, the door to the inn burst open,
letting in a chill blast of air, a warrior in leather armor, and
a mage in red robes. From his place behind the dirty bar,
Slegart frowned. It was not that he disliked magic-users
(rumor had it that his inn existed by the grace of the wizards
of the tower), but that he didn't particularly like them
staying in his place.
When the big warrior (and he was a remarkably big young
man, as both Slegart and the others in the common room
noted) tossed down a coin and said, "Dinner," Slegart's
frown broadened immediately to a smile. When the big man
added, "and a room for the night," however, the smile
slipped
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