Dragonlance Classics: Dragons of Despair

Tanis nods in agreement with showing the two barbarians to the Inn. "The Inn of the Last Home, its rather famous for its spiced potatoes, Follow me in just a moment." he says softly. The half-elf turns to the rest of his companions and bids them goodnight.

"I shall meet you all in the morning at the Inn," he tells them for the benefit of those not heading back to the Inn with him and the barbarians, though they all had houses in the villiage, well except for Tas. Hmm, I can't spend all of my coin at the Inn for food. I will need to hunt soon, and get Caramon to help me fix my roof.

Tanis indicates that the beautiful woman and her gaurdian should follow him as he leads them back the way they had come.
 
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Tasslehoff and Flint turn the violent hobgoblins over to several Seekers who act as unofficial guards in Solace. They promise to send them on to Haven for questioning.

Everyone returns to the inn or their homes for a well-deserved rest. In the morning you gather again for breakfast served by Otik.

When the other customers seem occupied with food and drink, Otik speaks to you all in hushed tones, "After you left last night, that old storyteller had a vision about you. He said you would go to Xak Tsaroth, and that in the days to come you would face your greatest peril in contest for the greatest gift given to man."

"I don't know much about these things, and I have no head for riddles, but something in my heart tells me you shouldn't stick around town just now. Look for work in Haven or Gateway, or find out what this Xak Tsaroth place is. I'll cover for you while you're gone."
 


Raistlin was fully engaged in making his tea, while sitting at the large table of the Inn with the others. Sitting between Tanis and the ever-present Caramon, Raistlin spoke up, directing his questions to no one in particular, "I have several questions, if you don't mind. In the song we heard last eve, there was talk of a gift. I'm curious as to who gave the gift and where the gift was given. Also, I would like the opportunity to examine this gift, in order to learn as much about it as we can."
 
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Upon hearing of 'visions' and 'gifts' and other such foolishness, Flint, sitting next to Tas, looks at him "Humph visions! Magic and hocus pocus of the gods. Mark my words no good will come from that.... Hey that's my best dinner knife, give it back... Ack! Now I have to clean it again and I just washed it last week!"
 

In answer to Otik's question Tanis itts quietly thinking. "Is the man still able to be found? I would talk to him about his... vision." the half-elf says with a faint upward curve to his lip. There have been many people claiming to have visions afterall, probably just another charlatan, he thought.

"Where will you go?" Tanis asks the plainsmen curiously. "There will certainly be more people searching for that... gift, that you have in your packs. Where will you go from here? We as you can see are residents here, when we aren't off elsewhere."
 


"Away from this town may be wise. These creatures that seek the staff I carry sound dangerous, and I would like to put some distance between them and it." Goldmoon pats the fur-wrapped bundle beside her.

"But I too am curious about this storyteller's vision. Perhaps it relates to the gift I carry?"

She turns to answer Raistlin's questions, studying the mage's eyes with interest.

"I think any attempt to examine the staff my have risks to you. You friend was hurt just by touching it." She glances apologetically at Tas. "I do not understand its abilities, much less control them."

"As for how and where it was found, that is Riverwind's tale to tell." She smiles at the Plainsman, pride showing clearly in her eyes.
 


"And tell I have, all that I remember. The only thing I remember from the time I left the village untll my return. Is the recieving of the gift from a woman of divine beauty and grace. All else is a blank."
 

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