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. By leaps and bounds it teleports him
to my vicinity. It prevents all attempts to remove it until the wearer
performs a boon for me, accomplishing what I most desire. You
were my tool unknowing, but most serviceable."
Tasslehoff looked at the thing, his mouth dry with the
realization of what he'd done.
"Take off the ring," the thing's voices rasped, "and you will be
teleported back to your home. I have no more need of you."
Tasslehoff carefully pulled the ring free from his left hand. As
it left his finger, it flashed a brilliant, fiery green and dropped to
the floor. And in that same instant, Tasslehoff was gone.
The heads of the thing roared with laughter. The Magus
screamed, and screamed, and . . .
Tasslehoff finished his drink and pushed it away. Across the
tavern table, two old friends, a man and woman, blinked as the
thread of the tale snapped and drifted away.
"That," said Kitiara with a shake of her head, "was the most
incredible story I've ever heard out of you, Tasslehoff." A grin
slowly appeared on her face. "You've not lost your touch."
The kender sniffed, disappointment showing on his face. "I
didn't think you'd believe me."
"That was supposed to be true?" Sturm asked, staring at
Tasslehoff. His eyes were bright with amusement. "You actually
mean to say you met a demon prince, helped destroy a wizard,
found and lost a magic ring, and crossed half a world?"
The kender nodded, a playful grin reflected on his face
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