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. They
were maps, rendered in fading ink. A kender had given
them to Matya some years ago in exchange for a silver
knife. It had proved to be one of the few unprofitable trades
Matya had ever made. She soon had learned that the maps
contained many mistakes. They showed land where there
were seas, mountains where there were deserts, and
populous cities in which no one lived. She should have
known better than to trust a kender. They were little
tricksters, all of them. Still, poor as the maps were, they
were the only maps she had, and she was curious about
something.
She shuffled through the maps until she found one that
had SOLAMNIA written on the top. The mountains were
missing, and the map showed Caergoth to be an inland city,
while Matya knew very well that it stood on the coast.
Some features had been added to the map in a bold,
scrawling hand, and Matya suspected these were the
kender's own additions. Among other things, the kender's
scrawls showed the highways leading to Garnet and
Caergoth, and the crossroads as well.
"Now where is it?" Matya muttered, running a finger over
the yellowed, cracking vellum. "It has to be here." Then she
found what she sought. Written in small, faded letters was
the word TAMBOR. By the markings on the map, the
village of Tambor was no more than ten miles north and
east of the crossroads. "But that would put it in the foothills
of the mountains, though this map shows southern Solamnia
to be nothing but plains," she added in disgust.
The kender had written something beside the spot
marked TAMBOR
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