Tas swinging Goldmoon’s staff, healing Hederick

…the Theocrat was screaming and waving his arms, fanning the flames that were consuming his clothes and his body. There seemed no way that the little kender could help him.
“Here!” The old man grabbed the barbarian’s feather-decorated staff and handed it to the kender. “Knock him down. Then we can smother the fire.”
Tasslehoff took the staff. He swung it, using all his strength, and hit the Theocrat squarely in the chest. The man fell to the ground. There was a gasp from the crowd. Tasslehoff himself stood, open-mouthed, the staff clutched in his hand, staring down at the amazing sight at his feet.
The flames had died instantly. The man’s robes were whole, undamaged. His skin was pink and healthy. He sat up, a look of fear and awe on his face. He stared down at his hands and his robes. There was not a mark on his skin. There was not the smallest cinder smoking on his robes.”
“It healed him!” the old man proclaimed loudly. “The staff! Look at the staff!”
Tasslehoff’s eyes went to the staff in his hands. It was made of blue crystal and was glowing with a bright blue light!”

Excerpt From Dragons of Autumn Twilight, pg 71
Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman