"Mary Kirchoff. Kendermore ("Dragonlance Preludes I" #2) (angl)" - читать интересную книгу автораTanis, scarcely taken aback by the kender's acrobatics, replied seriously, "I don't think Kit knows what she's looking for." The ember extinguished, Tas poked his finger through the black-rimmed hole in his blue leggings. "Well, whatever it is, I'm sure she'll find it," he said. "She's so..." "Driven?" Tanis completed the sentence. "Determined, I was going to say," said the ingenuous kender. "She is that," said Tanis with a knowing smile. "I'm worried about those darn fool brothers of hers," Flint muttered, "although I don't know why I bother. And I don't care what anyone says, Raistlin is too young to be taking that magical test in the Tower of High Sorcery. Gonna get himself killed is all. And poor Caramon - I don't know what he would do without him." The twin brothers, Caramon and Raistlin Majere - Kitiara's half-brothers - had already left as well. Frail Raistlin intended to take the dangerous magic user's test in the Tower of High Sorcery at Wayreth, and his burly brother Caramon had insisted on accompanying him for protection. Tasslehoff looked thoughtful. "I think it's the other way Raistlin would do without Caramon. Unless, of course, he's dead." "Family...." was all Tanis said, his thoughts remote. "That's it!" Tas exclaimed, jumping to his feet, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "That's what I'll do! I'll go visit my family. Gee, I wonder where any of them are." "You don't know?" Flint asked, looking up from his whittling. "How about your parents?" "Not exactly, no. Not lately, anyhow." "Then, how do you even know whether any of them are still alive?" Tanis asked, sipping his ale. "Someone would have told me if they weren't, I guess," Tas reasoned. "But if you don't know where they are, how would anyone know where you are to tell you that someone whose whereabouts you didn't know had died?" Flint sputtered awkwardly. The dwarf paused for a moment, then shook his head. "Listen to me, now I'm starting to sound like a kender!" he spat. |
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