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- They had not heard footsteps on the stairs, and that was uncanny!
- …
- As Otik had said, any visitor to the Inn would be heard approaching long before he was seen.
- But neither Tika nor Otik had heard the old man.
- He stood in the doorway, leaning on a worn oak staff, and peered around the Inn. The tattered hood of his plain, gray robe was drawn over his head, its shadow obscuring the features of his face except for his hawkish, shining eyes.
- Excerpt From Dragons of Autumn Twilight, pg 18
- Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman
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