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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. I - The Reign Of Istar
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magic on his hands flared up - and died out.
The elf writhed on the ground, gasping for air. He
managed to roll onto his chest and pushed himself up to
face the minotaur. The elf's chest heaved, and his face
twisted in grotesque pain. The goblin could see in the
firelight that the back of the elf's shirt was stained dark and
wet where the thick chain had struck him. Not daring to
move or think, the goblin stared at the minotaur, which
was standing upright now, facing the elf. From the
minotaur's large hands dangled the long black chain,
readied for another strike.
The goblin tried to remember his wish, but it wouldn't
come to him. He couldn't think of it at all.
"Well," said the minotaur in the trade tongue, as it
looked at the elf, "aren't you going to throw a spell at me?"
The elf wheezed, seeming to find it hard to breathe.
The goblin stared at the huge brown monster and forgot
about breathing entirely.
"You ... can talk," the elf gasped at last.
"Very good," the minotaur said. It spoke lazily, but with a
perfectly precise grasp of the trade tongue. "You have
learned something about your world that you did not know
before. I've heard that elves value knowledge, so this
information will serve you well in the afterlife
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