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. With a sigh, he resigned himself to talking his way
out.
"My name is Tasslehoff Burrfoot," he began brightly.
He almost added, "My friends call me Tas," but decided not
to bother. "Could your guards put me down? My arms hurt"
The Magus ignored his request. "Tasslehoff. An un-
familiar name, though I recognize Burrfoot as common
among the kenderfolk. How did you get into this fortress?"
Tasslehoff smiled, all innocence, though he was sure that
his arms were getting bruised. "Oh, I dunno, I was wandering by
and saw your place up here, so I thought I'd step in, see how you
were doing-"
The Magus hissed as if he were a viper that had been stepped
upon. Tasslehoff's voice faded away. "That's not going to work, is
it?" Tasslehoff finished lamely.
"Wretch!" said the Magus savagely. His pale, skull-like face
grew dead white with rage. "I am wasting time on you. Speak
plainly!"
Though kender love to infuriate and tease, they can tell when
they have pushed someone too far. "Yes, well," Tasslehoff began,
"I don't know how I got in here. I mean, uh, I put this ring on"-he
nodded toward his left hand, still held tightly by an automaton-
"and I teleported in, but, um, I don't know why I did. It just, uh,
happened."
A fragile silence reigned. The Magus stared at the kender
speculatively. "That ring?" he said, gesturing toward the heavily
engraved device with the enormous emerald that rested on the
kender's third finger
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