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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Iii - Love And War
Atec Март 01 2008 15:11:25
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The thing is, I am a folklorist - "
"Aril Witherwind."
"Yes, that's right. You've heard of me? I'm flattered."
The knight squinted at the gangly blond person with
the large book upon his back. "You are indeed a strange
one."
"It takes all kinds," said Aril Witherwind, again with a
smile. "In any case, you know why I'm here."
"I do not wish to talk."
"Oh, but you must make yourself. A knight such as you
surely has many wonderful tales of derring-do, bravery.
Why, this may be one of your few opportunities to set the
record straight about your order before the world forgets."
The knight appeared unmoved at first. But then, despite
himself, he tugged contemplatively at the tip of his long
moustache. "Perhaps," he said slowly, "if I do think about it
- "
"Yes, do think about it!" said Aril Witherwind as he
hurried to another, smaller rock, where he sat down, his
bony knees pulled up. He brought forth his book and
propped it open on his legs. He then took from his pouch a
quill and inkwell, placing the inkwell on the ground.
"You're a pushy one," said the knight, arching an
imperious eyebrow.
"These days, a folklorist must be," said Aril. "Now
then, first thing's first: What is your name?"
"Warrex," said the knight growing ever more
interested
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