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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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. . . delightful," I stammered, somewhat slow to
respond, "but I really . . . my task is to observe ..." In
retrospect, I find that my words were a trifle confused.
Her gaze burned into mine with a secret smile - a smile
that kindled spiritual fires I had thought long extinguished.
Fortunately (unfortunately?) Erasmoth called us to dinner
just then.
We dined on rib of lamb, accompanied by spiced
potatoes. Our meal was a most pleasurable experience,
prepared and served by Erasmoth alone. Only the high
priestess, the priest, and myself were seated at the well-
laden table; the acolytes presumably shared some plainer
fare elsewhere.
During the dinner, Erasmoth proved himself a gracious
and charming host. He is well-educated, though he lacks the
polish of formal schooling. By his accent, I place his home
in Ergoth somewhere, though I gather from his remarks that
he has been in nearly every part of Ansalon. He probably is
the most well-traveled person I have met - outside of our
own ranks, in any event.
His dinner was excellent - the meat delicately cooked,
tender and succulent; the bread crusty and hot from the
oven. His amusing remarks on the antics of his apprentices
were delightful. I left his company - and that of the priestess
- with true regret.
Now my bed has been prepared, and the weariness of
the day's march propels me there. Nevertheless, my pulse
quickens at the thought of the morrow, and the promised
miracle. May we find proof that gods can work their powers
upon Krynn I
I tremble with anticipation of the joyful news that might
be contained in my next communication
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