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." But Trapspringer frowned; one of
his favorite items of little-known information had
been rendered suspect.
Sensing that he may have blundered, Phineas
rushed ahead. "You're probably right. Anyway, I
. didn't come here to take your luck charm, I came here
to add to it."
The kender turned around and smiled, an interested
gleam in his tilted, olive-green eyes.
With a gesture, Phineas let the bone fragment slip
from his cuff. "I offer you this magnificent specimen,
found frozen and preserved in the cold wastelands
south of Ice Mountain Bay." Reverently, the human
held the bone up in his palm. "The rare sixth
metatarsal" -- was that a bone or a tooth? he
wondered -- "of an extinct Hyloian woolly mammoth.
Nothing short of a mage with great ability can provide
a more powerful luck charm."
Scarcely breathing, Trapspringer gingerly lifted the
bleached white bone and held it lovingly in his hand.
"I can feel the good luck in it! Oh, thank you! How
very nice of you. Say, doesn't it look a lot like my ly-
canthropic minotaur bone?" he asked guilelessly, pull-
ing a necklace chain from under his orange shirt. He
held up the bone at the end for inspection.
"Yes, I certainly see some similarities," Phineas
agreed quickly. "But it's not what the bone looks like
that's important, is it? Its ability to provide good luck
is what you're interested in."
"I see what you mean!" Turning both bones over and
over in his hands, Trapspringer strutted happily.
"Well, thank you very much again," he said in dis-
missal
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