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." She
sniffed the moist, salty air. "I suppose there are ELVES and
things in there?"
"No, lady. In the cold season, such folk generally go to
warmer climes."
"Let us be thankful for that, at least." Lady Ilys took
four coins from her purse. Soren helped her down from the
cart and escorted her and Sturm into the inn.
The innkeeper was a fat, bald man who grinned through
rotten teeth. He bobbed his head and waved Lady Ilys to the
stairs. Before Sturm reached the steps, the innkeeper let out
a howl.
"Put that back, you two-legged rat! Don't tell me you
found it; I know you stole it!" he cried. A diminutive
manlike creature, a head shorter than Sturm, silverware
poking out of his pockets, stood by a beer keg. When the
innkeeper yelled again, the little man put his fingers in his
ears and stuck out his tongue. Spoons, coins, and buttons
cascaded from his clothes onto the floor.
"I'll swat you good, you roach!" the innkeeper bawled.
He reached for a stout broom. The tiny fellow - a kender,
according to Carin - stooped to retrieve his booty. The
broom's first swipe was a miss, but the innkeeper caught the
kender by the seat of his pants and swept him out the door.
"My 'pologies, ma'am," the fat man said
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