"Wait!" Tanis said suddenly. "Fizban-er-Paladine, were you ever in the Inn of the Last Home, in Solace?" "An inn? In Solace?" The old man paused, stroking his beard. "An inn ... there are so many. But I seem to recall spicy potatoes... That's it!" The old man peered around at Tanis, his eyes glinting. "I used to tell stories there, to the children. Quite an exciting place, that inn. I remember one night-a beautiful young woman came in. A barbarian she was, with golden hair. Sang a song about a blue crystal staff that touched off a riot." "That was you, shouting for the guards!" Tanis exclaimed. "You got us into this!" "I set the stage, lad," Fizban said cunningly. "I didn't give you a script. The dialogue has been all yours." Glancing at Laurana, then back to Tanis, he shook his head. "Must say I could have improved it a bit here and there, but then-never mind." Turning away once more, he began yelling at the dragon. "Wakeup, you lazy, flea-bitten beast!"Copyright©1996-2021,Tapuz Media Ltd. Forum software by XenForo® © 2010-2020 XenForo Ltd.
