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"She probably knew what she was getting into and ran off while his
eyes were closed, before it was too late. Surprising insight, for a
kender." "Uncle Trapspringer says she must be dead," Tas said,
"because if she weren't she would have found a way back to him by now.
But I think she's on Lunitari right this minute. I bet she's awfully
lonely. I wonder what we look like from up there?"
"At least she won't be going hungry," said Flint. "Everyone
knows that the moon is made of red cheese!" He forced the smile from
his twitching face.
"I'm not so sure," Tas said soberly. "I don't know what Lunitari
is made of, but red cheese is most unlikely. Red something, I'll
wager, but nothing so mundane or squishy as' cheese -"
Flint burst into a loud guffaw.
Tas's monologue was cut short when the heavy, oak door at the
entrance to the inn blew open and slammed against the wall with a
bang, sending early autumn leaves swirling through the taproom.
Through the doorway stepped the most unusually vivid creature any of
the three companions had ever seen. The woman, a dwarf judging by the
squatty proportions of her body, was incredibly voluptuous by that
same standard. A silky, raspberry-colored blouse that gathered at the
wrists was stretched tight across her sizable bosom, straining the
criss-crossed front laces. Below it, a canary yellow braided leather
belt cinched in her waspish waist. Her pants, made of skin-tight
purple leather, were tucked into leather boots that matched perfectly
the color of her blouse
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