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Hearing Phineas's approach, Trapspringer sang,
"Good morning!"
"That's one opinion," snarled the human, slapping his
arms to warm them up.
"Someone woke on the wrong side of the bed today,"
Trapspringer said glibly, observing the human's dark ex-
pression.
"If I had slept in a bed, I wouldn't be in this mood," was
Phineas's sullen response. "Do you have any more of
that bread?"
Trapspringer broke off a hunk, handed it to the hu-
man, and looked up at the gray sky. "This should be a
great day for exploring the Ruins. Sunny weather brings
out more kender from the city and all sorts of creatures
from underground."
Phineas's open mouth stopped in mid-bite. "Crea-
tures?"
The kender nodded vigorously. "Oh, you know, the
sorts of monsters you find in ruins: lizards, snakes, rats,
bats, beetles, spiders, goblins, giant slugs, norkers,
owlbears, goat-sucker birds..."
"I get the point."
Trapspringer shrugged. "Care for some water?" He ex-
tended the skin to the human.
Phineas swallowed hard. The bread felt like a lump in
his stomach. He took the skin and half emptied it in two
gulps. "Why didn't you tell me about the monsters?" he
asked at last, his voice unnaturally high.
Trapspringer gave him a peculiar look. "What did you
think you'd find in the ruins of a city? The local bakers'
guiid?"
"No! I expected to find empty ruins."
"Oh, this place is lousy with monsters," Trapspringer
said plainly. "Once, out here, I saw an owlbear bite the
head off a pony. And the rider, well..."
Phineas felt the bread coming back up
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