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"Oh, I know where the richest ale is -- would you care
for some?" Woodrow shook his head impatiently. "And
I've found a silver bracelet with gold filigree that I simply
must have -- actually, it looks a lot like this one here on
my wrist." He paused, studying a band around his wrist
in puzzlement. "Anyway, I've just had a mug of the tasti-
est stew ever!" Dropping his voice, he added, "Please
don't tell Flint I said that."
"Mr. Burrfoot," Woodrow interrupted, "what have
you found out about Kendermore?"
Tasslehoff fidgeted under his friend's gaze. "I was just
about to start asking people, actually."
The wiry human took the kender by the arm. "Let's
hope Miss Hornslager has learned something, because
she's waiting for us right now over by the carousel."
Excited, Tasslehoff slipped from the human's grip,
dancing by his side. "Have you seen the carousel yet? If
you haven't, brace yourself. It's the most magnificent
thing you'll ever see."
Woodrow glared at Tas. "Please, Mr. Burrfoot!"
Woodrow looked so worried that Gisella would find
out about Tasslehoff's solo adventure that the kender
made a mental note not to let the human down. They
found the shapely dwarf glancing around anxiously near
the strange ride. She wore a skin-tight, sand-colored
shirt and slacks that made her look, in certain light, like
she was wearing nothing at all. A broad-brimmed hat
perched on her pomegranate-colored hair shaded her fair
skin from the autumn sun.
"Woodrow, Burrfoot!" Even their names sounded like
a scold on her tongue
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