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"Does anything around here look familiar'" she asked
Tasslehoff. "Anything at all? Does any of it even resem-
ble anything on one of those ridiculous maps of yours?"
Tas shook his head. "I'm familiar with a lot of places,
but this isn't any of them. Apparently none of my rela-
tives has been here, either, because I don't see anything
similar on the maps -- no barren hills or tall grass any-
where." Tas's maps were spread around him in a semicir-
cle. "Of course, we haven't traveled too terribly far. All
the really good landmarks may be just ahead."
"Let's hope so," sighed Gisella. "We've got to find some
sort of civilization soon."
Those words were barely out of Gisella's mouth when
Woodrow's head snapped up from his meal and he
cocked it to one side, listening intently for some barely
heard sound in the distance.
But the gully dwarves were getting restless. Taking the
silence as a sign of inactivity, Fondu chose that moment
to start singing the gully dwarves' special version of the
sea chanty Tasslehoff had taught them. Woodrow
flapped his arms frantically at them, trying to get them to
stop singing. But the Aghar took his gestures to be a new
verse of sorts to the song, and they began flapping their
arms to the music.
Helplessly, Woodrow looked at Tasslehoff. Acting on
instinct, the kender took matters into his own hands and
leaped in among the dancing Aghar, tackling Fondu. The
two of them rolled across the ground and bumped up
against Gisella's feet, Fondu still singing
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