"My name?" The old man hesitated, frowning. "Fizban? Yes, that's it. Fizban."
"Fizban!" Tasslehoff repeated as the cage lurched to a start again. "That's not a name!"
"Isn't it?" the old man asked wistfully. That's too bad. I was rather fond of it."
"I think it's a splendid name, " Tika said, glaring at Tas. The kender subsided into a corner, his eyes on the pouches slung over the old man's shoulder.
"Hullo," Fizban beamed at him. "Name's -uh-Fizban." He shot a stern glance at Tasslehoff, daring the kender to laugh.
"You are...magi!" Raistlin whispered. His cough was gone.
"Why, yes, I suppose I am."
"I am magi!" Raistlin said, struggling to sit up.
"No kidding!" Fizban seemed immensely tickled. "Small world, Krynn. I'll have to teach you a few of my spells. I have one...a fireball...let's see, how did that go?"
The old man rambled on long past the time the caravan stopped at the riseing of the sun.
The one with the gully dwarves and the secret door was hilarious too. That had me crying
It this were a movie the whole theater would laugh...