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He laughed, a sound that reminded Keli of rusty hinges
creaking. "Nice collection of maps, kender."
The kender hitched himself onto his back, spat dirt, and
looked at Tigo with the expression of a guileless child.
"Used to clean middens for a living, did you? I can tell by
the smell."
Keli groaned again, hoping the kender's blood wouldn't
splatter all over him. Yet, though he paled, Tigo didn't
reply. Staag kicked the kender.
"Please, kender," Keli breathed. "Be quiet!"
Sometimes a bad dream, steeped in terror and warped
perspective, turns funny. Keli felt he was in one of those
odd turns now: the kender winked.
Before Keli could be certain he'd seen the wink, Tigo
cuffed the kender hard.
"These maps! How recent, how dependable?"
With a speed that left Keli confused, the kender became
the spirit of helpful affability. "Some are very old - I've
been collecting them for years, you know. It's kind of a
hobby of mine. I like the drawings, especially the things the
mappers sketch when they don't know who or what lives in
the land. And I like the little legends and poems in the
borders of the larger ones. That one, the one drawn on hide,
is my oldest and the one I think I like the best
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