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. I might ask Ark about them tomorrow.
When Goodwife Filster stopped for breath, I heard
Widow Muffin say, "Goodie Filster, please, listen to us.
You need to go back to the inn and rest for a while. If you
do anything to hurt us, you'll feel terrible about it. You've
had some terrible things happen to - "
"SHUT UP!"
The wall I was leaning against vibrated when Goodwife
Filster yelled, and among other things she called Widow
Muffin a prostitute, only she didn't use that word.
"You can't talk to me!" Goodwife Filster finished. "You
have no right to say anything to me! You deserve the same
fate that the kender should have had years ago! He should
have died out there, eaten by rats and wolves. It's your fault,
Arskin, for dragging that demon child in among good folk."
"He's not a demon," Ark said, his voice shaky. "You're
just upset, now. He's a kender, and they're just like you and
me, even if they cause a little more - "
"The Abyss take you!" screamed Goodwife Filster.
"The evil gods delivered him into your hands to destroy
us!"
"Goodie, he was just a little baby, and his mother was
dead. She'd been wounded by goblins or bandits, and she'd
carried him all the way through the wilderness to get him to
safety. I couldn't leave him there after I buried her. If you
had been me, you would have done the same. You know it!"
Ark sounded like he was trying to reason with a swamp
viper he'd almost stepped on.
I was shocked to hear about my mother, because Ark
had never said a word to me about her, and for a moment I
couldn't think of anything else until Goodwife Filster
laughed
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