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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Iii - Love And War
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. He kept this staff by him always, his hand
going to it fondly as if both to caress it and to reassure
himself of its presence.
"Bring us your best ale and a pot of hot water for my
twin," said the warrior, slapping another steel coin down
upon the bar.
At the sight of the money, Slegart's senses came alert.
"I just recollect - " he began, his hand closing over the coins
and his eyes going to the warrior's leather purse where his
ears could detect the chink of metal. Even his nose
wrinkled, as though he could smell it as well. " - a room's
opened up on t'second floor."
"I thought it might," the warrior said grimly, slapping a
third steel piece down on the bar.
"One of my best," Slegart remarked.
The big man grunted, scowling.
"It's goin' to be no fit night for man nor beast," added
the innkeeper and, at that moment, a gust of wind hit the
inn, whistling through the cracked windows and puffing
flakes of snow into the room. At that moment, too, the red-
robed mage began to cough - a wracking, choking cough
that doubled the man over the table. It was difficult to tell
much about the mage - he was cloaked and hooded against
the weather. But Slegart knew he must be young, if he and
this giant were, indeed, twins
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