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Out of the corner of my eye I saw the kender, Quinby
Cull, strut forward. His face had turned red, and his cheeks
were puffed out. Though Quinby was unarmed and half the
size of the dragonarmy officer, he seemed thoroughly
unafraid. I wish I could have said the same for myself.
"Spinner is our friend, and you've no right to arrest him!"
declared Quinby.
"There's room for you in the Highlord's prison, too,
kender," the dragonarmy officer said darkly.
Quinby seemed to mull that over before he innocently
asked, "How much room is there in the Highlord's prison? I
thought it was already full."
The officer pulled the edge of his sword away from my
throat and stepped forward to threaten Quinby.
I grabbed the officer's arm. "He doesn't mean anything
by it," I quickly said. "Leave him be."
Quinby had become a good friend since I arrived in
Flotsam just a few short weeks ago. I had been disheveled
and my spirit nearly broken until my long, meandering
journey from the outskirts of Solace ended in this dark,
forbidding city. I had traveled more than half a continent
searching for an audience for my stories. And here, at last, I
had found one. But more than that, I had found friendship
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