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. Schedules to keep,
places to be, you know how it is."
Flint, who had been quite obviously staring at the woman since
her arrival, gulped in surprise. "You're a bounty hunter?"
"Oh, not specifically," she said, spinning on her heel.
"I'm in the import-export business; my motto is 'You want it, I
got it.' The Kendermore Council asked me to do this job, and I thought
'fabric, a kender -- what's the difference as long as it's portable?'"
She lifted her broad, raspberry-colored shoulders in a weary
shrug. "Now, I don't mean to be rude, but I really must be going. I've
got two bags of rare merganser melon out in my wagon getting riper and
costing me more money every second I delay. Kendermore's Autumn
Harvest Faire opens in a little more than a month, and that load is
worth a half-year's profits to me there. Woodrow?"
The young man stepped forward obediently and wrapped his strong
arms around the wriggling kender.
"Sorry, little fella," he mumbled.
Tanis stopped Woodrow again, this time with a hand on his arm.
The kender slid to his feet once more, twisting his vest back into
place with a disgruntled "humph!" Gisella pulled Tanis to the side,
batting two small, kohl black-lined eyes at him. "Look, friend, if
it's money you want, I'll give you half of my take for him. Fifteen
new steel pieces," she said, biting into each word as though she
enjoyed their taste.
"You've got to be kidding." Tanis sputtered, unable to
comprehend that someone was trying to buy Tasslehoff from him
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