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. Flint could not enter the shop
without remembering the time he, Tanis, and Tasslehoff had
stopped in for some snacks to bring to a night of fellowship
before Flint's hearth, shortly after Tasslehoff's arrival in Sol-
ace, some years ago.
"Hey, Amos, who is Jessab, anyway?" Tasslehoff had
blurted out of the blue, plucking at items of interest on the
candy counter. "Must be someone important, for you to
name your store after him. I mean, your name is Amos
Cartney, not Jessab."
Knowing the answer through local gossip, Flint had tried
desperately to clap a hand over the kender's big mouth. But
the quick-footed imp had danced away. "Watch out, Flint I
You nearly suffocated me," he had scolded the dwarf. "Your
father, maybe?" he pressed, turning back to the suddenly
pale shopkeeper. "Grandfather? Hmm?"
"The man who owned the store before me," had been
Amos's quiet reply.
"That's it?" Tas squealed.
"Mind your own business, kender!" Flint had growled
low in his throat.
But Amos waved away the dwarf's concern. "No, he stole
my wife and left behind this shop. I leave his name up to re-
mind me how fickle women can be, in case I'm ever tempted
to trust one of them again
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