Of Two Brothers
Raistlin and Caramon walked slowly through the camp of dead goblins they just fought. Caramon chuckled as he remembered the looks of the goblins as they were attacked. "Hehehe... Hey um... Raist?" he said. "What ?" Raistlin replied in a rasping voice. "When you used your magic against those goblins, your voice changed and it felt sorta weird." Caramon stated. "I don't remember that." Raistlin said with a bit of confusion in his voice. They walked on not talking to each other like they had since the dreaded Test changed the way things were. Raist and Caramon set up camp under a deep ravine, Caramon as usual asked, "What's for dinner?" "You ate the last of our supply last night you oaf!" Raistlin angrily replied. Then he had a fit a coughing, he was wheezing and it seemed he would not survive this one. "Cara...mon make the drink", Raistlin choked out. After Caramon fixed the pungent smelling concoction and Raistlin drank it, Raistlin felt better. Caramon thought, 'I wonder if that drink tastes better than it smells.' He took a sip and gagged on it for about a minute. "That was nasty!" Caramon yelled sub-consciously. All of a sudden a small figure popped up, Caramon's first thought was, 'It's a kid.' Then an impish face was in front of his. "Kender!" he shouted out. "Of course! What did you think I was?" he asked. Caramon's first impulse was to grab his money pouch, which was seen dangling from the kender's hand. "You little... Tasslehoff?" Caramon asked. "No wonder why your brother called you an oaf! Because you can't remember your own friend." Tas acted hurt. "Tasslehoff shut up you dumb IDIOT! I'm trying to sleep." Raistlin said with clear cynicism in his voice. "Raistlin!" Tasslehoff went over to give Raist a hug, but was pushed away by a golden skinned hand. "You can stay with us but you must not cause any trouble. Can he stay?" A very serious looking Caramon asked. "That's impossible! He's a kender, but I'll let him stay." Raistlin said. Then the trio went to sleep.
Raistlin and Caramon walked slowly through the camp of dead goblins they just fought. Caramon chuckled as he remembered the looks of the goblins as they were attacked. "Hehehe... Hey um... Raist?" he said. "What ?" Raistlin replied in a rasping voice. "When you used your magic against those goblins, your voice changed and it felt sorta weird." Caramon stated. "I don't remember that." Raistlin said with a bit of confusion in his voice. They walked on not talking to each other like they had since the dreaded Test changed the way things were. Raist and Caramon set up camp under a deep ravine, Caramon as usual asked, "What's for dinner?" "You ate the last of our supply last night you oaf!" Raistlin angrily replied. Then he had a fit a coughing, he was wheezing and it seemed he would not survive this one. "Cara...mon make the drink", Raistlin choked out. After Caramon fixed the pungent smelling concoction and Raistlin drank it, Raistlin felt better. Caramon thought, 'I wonder if that drink tastes better than it smells.' He took a sip and gagged on it for about a minute. "That was nasty!" Caramon yelled sub-consciously. All of a sudden a small figure popped up, Caramon's first thought was, 'It's a kid.' Then an impish face was in front of his. "Kender!" he shouted out. "Of course! What did you think I was?" he asked. Caramon's first impulse was to grab his money pouch, which was seen dangling from the kender's hand. "You little... Tasslehoff?" Caramon asked. "No wonder why your brother called you an oaf! Because you can't remember your own friend." Tas acted hurt. "Tasslehoff shut up you dumb IDIOT! I'm trying to sleep." Raistlin said with clear cynicism in his voice. "Raistlin!" Tasslehoff went over to give Raist a hug, but was pushed away by a golden skinned hand. "You can stay with us but you must not cause any trouble. Can he stay?" A very serious looking Caramon asked. "That's impossible! He's a kender, but I'll let him stay." Raistlin said. Then the trio went to sleep.