"Mary Kirchoff. Kendermore ("Dragonlance Preludes I" #2) (angl)" - читать интересную книгу автора

"You'll always have a home here, lad."

Tanis looked away from the flames, giving Flint a smile that was
not reflected in those brooding, dark eyes. "I know." But this was to
be a happy parting, and Tanis did not wish to think of Qualinost just
now. Not yet.

He flashed Flint a cheery smile. "And if I know you, Flint
Fireforge, you'll spend the whole five years whittling before your
hearth."

Flint sliced an over-large chunk from the wood in his fingers.
"And what would be wrong with that?" he asked indignantly. Tanis was
sure now that the dwarf intended to do just that.

"Nothing, except that it would be awfully boring after an hour
or so," interjected Tasslehoff, sending sparks flying as he stirred up
the fire in the hearth. "You know, Flint, I could stay for a while and
keep you company and -"

"And nothing." Flint cut in, glaring at the kender. "I don't
need any lame-brained kender underfoot! Did it occur to you that may e
I'd like to be a little bored after having you kids cluttering up my
hearth for so.long!" Tanis found the term "kid" amusing since he was
nearly one hundred years old by human reckoning, though he looked
twenty. Of course, Flint was no youngster himself - he was in his
early one-hundred-forties, which translated to late fifties for a
human.

The grizzled dwarf wasn't finished yet. "Raistlin always
brooding, Sturm so blasted stoic, Kitiara forever arm-wrestling with
Caramon, or wrestling of another sort with Tanis...." His gruff
expression softened, and he gave the half-elf a good-natured poke in
the ribs.

Tas leaned back his chair and propped his feet on the table. "Do
you think Sturm has a chance of finding his father in Solamnia?" he
asked, suddenly reminded of their friends who had already left. Sturm
Brightblade and Kitiara Uth-Matar had left Solace earlier in the day,
headed for Solamnia to the north. Sturm was searching for the father
he'd been forced to leave as a child, and Kitiara had gone along for
the adventure.

"If Sir Brightblade is still alive, I'm sure Sturm will find
him," Tanis said firmly. "He can't miss with Kit along to help."

The fire crackled and popped, spitting a hot ember onto Tas's
left leg. With a yelp he was on his feet, leaping around madly. "Ouch!
Ouch! Is that why Kit went - to look for Sturm's father?" he asked,
slapping furiously at his smoldering legging.