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Their conversation ended, Raistlin led the Master from the school out onto the grounds. It had been a warm day - he knew that he would find the dragons coasting on the air currents rising off the mountains. He could see the red flashes of Smaug's scales in the fading light and the deeper black of Ancalagon's shimmering as it caught the sun. They were too far to simply call and he had no intention of showing the Master an artifact as powerful as the Dragon Orb. The Master was intriguing, but Raistlin wasn't stupid enough to show <i>all</i> of his secrets.

"Perhaps we should get their attention," he said softly. Raistlin began to chant in a low, raspy voice before raising his hands over his head. A great gout of flame shot from his hands, nearly a dozen feet in the air. It bathed the forest grove in light and could not go unnoticed by sharp, reptilian eyes.