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<blockquote data-quote="Keia" data-source="post: 731674" data-attributes="member: 98">More than a few steps behind, Raistlin stopped on the stairs and looked up to Caramon.&nbsp; Leaning heavily on his staff (yet holding it protectively), Raistlin gave him a hard stare with his strange new eyes.&nbsp; Barely holding off a coughing fit, Raistlin replied, “We will tell them nothing of the trip to and from the Tower of High Sorcery, nor anything that happened while we&nbsp;&nbsp; were there . . .”The coughing could be held no longer, and Raistlin doubled up in the coughing, pain racking his abdomen and throat.&nbsp; He reached into his pouch to remove small bit of dried lemon peel from a pouch on his belt and placed it in his mouth, chewing.&nbsp; Raistlin tasted the metallic taste of his blood and the citrus and soothing of the dried peel. He refused to look in Caramon’s direction, knowing the concern and pity would be clearly evident on his face.“You may speak of the time after, when we were mercenaries or of the troops that we have faced,” Raistlin rasped. “I will tell them of the tower – I’m sure even your friends will notice the changes.”Raistlin continued his ascent on the stairs, hopeful for some hot water for his tea. Once he reached the top of the stairs and the entrance to the Inn, Raistlin paused.&nbsp; He moved his most critical pouches to within the concealed pockets of his red robe. &nbsp; Damnable kender.&nbsp; I’m sure he’s too much of an aggravation to have died in these times, Raistlin thought.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Keia, post: 731674, member: 98"] More than a few steps behind, Raistlin stopped on the stairs and looked up to Caramon. Leaning heavily on his staff (yet holding it protectively), Raistlin gave him a hard stare with his strange new eyes. Barely holding off a coughing fit, Raistlin replied, [COLOR=silver]“[I]We[/I] will tell them nothing of the trip to and from the Tower of High Sorcery, [I]nor[/I] anything that happened while we were there . . .”[/COLOR] The coughing could be held no longer, and Raistlin doubled up in the coughing, pain racking his abdomen and throat. He reached into his pouch to remove small bit of dried lemon peel from a pouch on his belt and placed it in his mouth, chewing. Raistlin tasted the metallic taste of his blood and the citrus and soothing of the dried peel. He refused to look in Caramon’s direction, knowing the concern and pity would be clearly evident on his face. [COLOR=silver]“You may speak of the time after, when we were mercenaries or of the troops that we have faced,” [/COLOR]Raistlin rasped. [COLOR=silver]“I will tell them of the tower – I’m sure even your friends will notice the changes.”[/COLOR] Raistlin continued his ascent on the stairs, hopeful for some hot water for his tea. Once he reached the top of the stairs and the entrance to the Inn, Raistlin paused. He moved his most critical pouches to within the concealed pockets of his red robe. [I] Damnable kender. I’m sure he’s too much of an aggravation to have died in these times, [/I] Raistlin thought. [/QUOTE]

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