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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. I - The Reign Of Istar
Atec Март 01 2008 15:13:10
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"I understand you took on two of the city guard,"
Arack pursued.
"I did what I thought was right. I did not know they
were guardsmen," Arryl replied sternly.
The dwarf snorted. "Yeah, that's what they all say!"
Arack pointed the knight out to the other prisoners. "Ya
see this man? Fought the city guard. Beat 'em. both ... and
bare-handed, yet!"
There was a subtle movement away from the
Solamnian, as if anyone who had crossed the guard was
unclean.
"What's yer best weapon?" the dwarf asked, all
business again. His eyes sparkled with some scheme.
Arryl had the uncomfortable feeling the scheme
involved him. "Sword."
"Just that? 'Sword,' he says. Any particular TYPE of
sword?"
"Broadsword. Short sword." Tremaine decided not to
tell him more.
Scratching his chin, Arack considered. "You'll be
going to Nelk's bunch, then."
"I will not fight. I will not become a part of this
barbaric ritual! This place, these Games, are an affr - "
"You'll go to Nelk's group, whatever you end up
doin'!" That was the end of the discussion, as far as Arack
was concerned. He stepped away from the knight and
moved on to the half-elf, who was surreptitiously
observing the Solamnian
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