" Fortunately, our friend Raistlin taught me what to watch—” “Raistlin!” Flint puffed. “That pasty-faced, skinny magician. He’s more than half charlatan himself. Always sniveling and whining and poking his nose where it doesn’t belong. If it weren’t for his twin brother looking after him, someone would’ve put an end to his magic long ago. "

― Margaret Weis , Dragons of Autumn Twilight (Dragonlance: Chronicles, #1)