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. "By the
time they wake up, I'll have a lot to report. They'll be so
pleased when I tell them where all the best food halls and
magicians are. Maybe I can even find other traders for
Gisella to do business with."
The sky was partly cloudy but it did not look like it
would rain, Tasslehoff thought. He decided to find the
tuba player first and, after stopping to listen for the di-
rection, he set off straight down a cobbled street.
Shutters and doors were beginning to open, and cook-
ing hearths were being stirred to life. Tas paused in front
of a bakery and looked inside for the baker. Not finding
him, the kender counted twenty-eight pies cooling on
shelves just inside the windows. There was blueberry,
cherry, rhubarb, apple, currant, and mulberry -- Tas's
favorite -- plus a large tray of raspberry cinnamon tarts.
A few doors from the bakery, a knife-grinder was set-
ting up his display cases along the sidewalk. Still licking
mulberry from his fingers, Tas paused to admire the keen
edges on the blades of every size and description. His
own little belt knife could use a good sharpening, he
thought, continuing his stroll. A few moments later, the
grinder was puzzled to discover an unfamiliar dagger
with a worn blade sitting prominently in his case where
an elegant, stag-handled clasp-knife should have been.
The tuba sounded very close as Tas rounded a corner
and found himself back on the edge of the square where,
on the previous evening, they had watched the work-
men. His mouth dropped in surprise
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