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. He sat down
and began to untie the leather thongs of his shoes. "Come
on," he pressed.
Talorin looked at him in confusion. "What on Krynn -
?"
"And you'll want to roll up your leggings, too," said
Kronin, rolling up his own.
Talorin, with a heavy sigh and clank of his chain,
slowly pulled one foot onto his bony knee and began
removing a shoe. "Well," he said wistfully, "at least the
hounds seem to be having a good time. . . ."
The hounds snorted excitedly at the spot where the two
kender had been sitting, but they grew frustrated because,
once more, they had lost the scent of the kender. They
searched frantically around the fern-covered bank, scaring
the daylights out of a small green frog who jumped into the
water.
"Apparently, my lord, the kender waded into the stream,"
said Groag, squirming uncomfortably in his saddle and
wishing desperately to return to the manor. "There's no
telling which way they went."
"No telling?" came back Toede. "You think Kronin has
won this little sport?"
"I'm only being practical," said Groag, massaging his
rear. "You should have killed them when you had them in
hand."
"Bah!" came back Toede. "You give up too easily!" He
turned to the rest of his hunting party
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