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"Oh,
Caramon!"
Tas threw his arms around
the big man's waist as far as he could reach, hugging him tightly. "I
wasn't afraid of that spooky wood, not really. But I was
wondering how I was going to get through by myself. Not to mention Lady
Crysania and---Oh, Caramon! I'm so glad you're back! I--"
"There, there," Caramon
muttered, flushing in embarrassment and shoving Tasslehoff gently away
from him. "It's all right. I'm not sure how much help I'll be--I was
scared to death the first time I went into that place. But, you're
right. Maybe they can help Crysania." Caramon's face hardened. "Maybe
they can answer a few questions I have about Raist, too. Now, where's
that gully dwarf gotten to? And" -- he glanced down at his belt --
"where's my dagger?"
"What dagger?" Tas asked,
skipping around, his gaze on the Forest.
Reaching out, his face
grim, Caramon caught hold of the kender. His gaze went to Tas's belt.
Tas's followed. His eyes opened wide in astonishment.
"You mean that
dagger? My goodness, I wonder how it got there? You know," he said
thoughtfully, "I'll bet you dropped it, during the fight."
"Yeah," Caramon muttered.
Growling, he retrieved his dagger and was putting it back into its
sheath when he heard a noise behind him. Whirling around in alarm, he
got a bucketful of icy water, right in the face.
"Him awake now," Bupu
announced complacently, dropping the bucket.
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