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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. I - The Reign Of Istar
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. "I'll kill the little animal. I'll kill him.
I'll kill him."
Moran, standing behind him, said coldly, "Saliak."
Saliak spun, reddening. "Sire."
"A word of advice: Don't attempt it blindfolded. You'll
hurt yourself."
Steyan laughed aloud. Saliak shot him a nasty look.
Moran thought sadly, He'll pay for that laugh. Rakiel
watched the boys limp out of the courtyard. "Tarli's hearing
is amazing - for a human," he commented.
"It's a common enough human talent," Moran retorted
irritably. "My own hearing - " He stopped.
"You were about to say something about your
hearing?" Rakiel prodded him.
"It's fairly good." He looked pointedly at the cleric,
daring him to continue. Rakiel smiled, shrugged, and
walked off. As soon as he was alone, Moran began sorting
and counting the daggers. The count was woefully off. A
trip to the barracks - and Tarli's duffel - replaced only a few
of them. Tarli was vague about what had happened to the
rest. A search of the manor produced no more daggers.
Moran spent the evening in more paperwork, helped by
a sarcastic and skeptical Rakiel. A late-night bout of
Draconniel, in which Moran lost seven footmen to Rakiel's
suicide squadrons, did nothing to improve the knight's
temper
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