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- The woman shrank back into the shadows, her face filled with alarm as she noticed Tanis and his friends staring at her. The man drew near her protectively, his hand reaching for his weapon. He glowered at the group, especially the heavily armed warrior, Caramon.
- “Nervous bastard,” Caramon commented, his hand straying to his own sword.
- “I can understand why,” Sturm said. “Guarding such a treasure. He is her bodyguard, by the way. I gathered from their conversation that she’s some kind of royal person in their tribe. Though I imagine from the looks they exchanged that their relationship goes a bit deeper than that.”
- The woman raised her hand in a gesture of protest. “I’m sorry.” The friends had to strain to hear her low voice. “I am not a teller of tales. I have not the art.” She spoke the Common tongue, her accent thick.
- Excerpt From Dragons of Autumn Twilight, pg 65
- Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman
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