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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Iii - Love And War
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. This woman - if such she was -
carried no weapon that Slegart could see and if she had
escorts, they must enjoy sleeping in the open in what boded
to be one of the worst blizzards ever to hit this part of the
country.
Slegart wasn't particularly bright or observant, and he
arrived at the conclusion that his guest was a lone,
unprotected female about two minutes after everyone else in
the place. This was apparent from the warrior's slightly
darkening face and the questioning glance he cast at his
brother, who shook his head. This was also apparent from
the sudden silence that fell over the "hunting" party
gathered near the bar and the quick whispers and muffled
snickers that followed.
Hearing this, Caramon scowled and glanced around
behind him. But a touch on the hand and a softly spoken
word from the mage made the big warrior sigh and stolidly
resume eating the food in his bowl, though he kept his eyes
on the guest, to the disappointment of the barmaid.
Slegart made his way back of the bar again and began
wiping out mugs with a filthy rag, his back halfturned but
his sharp eyes watching everything. One of the ruffians rose
slowly to his feet, stretched, and called for another pint of
ale
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