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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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. Jarek?"
Jarek hopped into the cart and counted loudly. "One,
two, three, four - "
After a pause, Graym said, "And?"
"That's all," Jarek said.
Graym stared, disbelieving, at the distant dust cloud of
the departing kender. "They walked off with a BARREL?"
"Cunning little things," Fenris said.
"Industrious, too," Fanris said.
Jarek finished the inventory. Finally he hopped down
and announced, "They got the barrel of Throat's Ease lager,
our spare clothes - "
Graym laughed. "Picture one of those little fellows
trying to wear my canvas breeches 1"
"And most of the food."
Graym fell silent.
"So we make it to Krinneor in one night or go hungry,"
Darll said.
"We can do it," Graym said confidently. Landmarks
weren't hard to read, but he had often discussed the road -
wistfully - with merchants buying barrels and casks.
"There's this hill, and one little town, and a valley, then, and
a downhill run from there to Krinneor."
"And prison for me. and a forced march to get there,"
Darll said gruffly. "I'd be running away free, and you'd be -
" He looked at Graym sharply. "I'd be gone if it weren't for
those nasty, little, pointy-eared thieves."
Graym said gruffly, "You ought not to criticize others,
sir. Not to drag up the past, but you've done worse."
Darll glared at him. "That wasn't a fair trial. The bailey
wanted blood, and he got it."
"Of course, he wanted blood. You hurt his dignity. You
had only a sword, and you half-killed ten soldiers armed
with spears, maces, and swords
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