Tas can’t row, Tanis missing a shot, Caramon picking up Flint and tanking an arrow

“Grab him!” Sturm yelled. “Tas, row back. There he is! See? The bubbles—” Caramon was splashing frantically in the water, hunting for the dwarf. Tas tried to row back, but the weight in the boat was too much for the kender. Tanis fired again, missed his mark, and swore beneath his breath. He reached for another arrow. The goblins were swarming down the hillside.
“I’ve got him!” Caramon shouted, pulling the dripping, spluttering dwarf out by the collar of his leather tunic. “Quit struggling,” he told Flint, whose arms were flailing out in all directions. But the dwarf was in a complete state of panic. A goblin arrow thunked into Caramon’s chain mail and stuck there like a scrawny feather.”

Excerpt From Dragons of Autumn Twilight, pg 102
Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman