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"Yes," Tasslehoff said, sighing. "I found it last week, and it
looked interesting at the time; well, I put it on, and then I
teleported." The kender grinned in mild embarrassment. "I can't
seem to stop teleporting now."
For a moment Tasslehoff thought the Magus didn't believe him.
"You put it on and appeared here. A ring that teleports the wearer."
The Magus appeared to consider this possibility.
Tasslehoff shrugged. "Well, it's got its positive and negative
aspec-"
"Take it off," said the Magus.
"Take it off?" Tasslehoff questioned weakly, his grin fading.
"Uh, well, I'll try if your big friends will let go of me."
The Magus gestured, and the undead automatons released their
grip on the kender's arms, dropping him to the floor. Getting up,
the prisoner rubbed his muscles, sighed, then grasped the
ring tightly. He pulled and tugged until his face turned red,
but his actions had no effect.
"Let me try," said the Magus.
Instinctively, Tasslehoff hid his ringed hand. Though he
didn't fear the Magus, he was not eager to have the Magus
approach him, either.
The Magus spoke a few words, and the air was suddenly
charged with power. A nimbus of light appeared around the
Magus's right hand, which he held out in Tasslehoff's
direction.
"Show the ring," said the Magus.
Tasslehoff reluctantly held up his hand, hoping the spell
would not blast his arm off. With gentle confidence, the
Magus reached out and touched the ring
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