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... all of these kender-treasures and
more had been discarded as so much junk.
Flint's anger might seem, from his tight-lipped
muttering, to be directed against a packrat of a kender.
Tanis knew the old dwarf better than that.
"We'll find him, Flint."
Flint still did not look up, but drew the thong tight on
the last of the kender's pouches. "Did you find his map
case?"
"No."
"Good. I wish whoever took it the joy of trying to find
his way with those maps! Hardly one of them is worth the
parchment it's penned on."
Tanis found a smile. Few of Tas's maps were any good
at all without his interpretation and translation. And those
were never the same twice.
"We'll not make Karsa any time soon now, Flint."
"AYE," Flint grumbled. "And you can be sure that I'll
take it out of that rascally kender's hide when we finally
catch up with him, too."
Tanis thought the threat lacked conviction.
Silent as a shadow moving in the breeze, Raistlin came
up beside them. "If someone took the map case, and there is
nothing to show that the kender was killed here, it would
not be amiss to consider that the case, Tas, and whoever
waylaid him are still together. The trail is rocky up ahead,
Tanis
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