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. Then he spotted another tower, jutting out from
the face of a cliff, then three more structures: another
tower, a square keep, and what appeared to be the front
half of a castle, built into the side of the cliff.
The dragon skidded to a stop on top of the second
tower. Tas looked back to check on Woodrow, who
raised his head and looked at the kender with swollen
eyes, as if he had just woken up. Both of them blinked at
their surroundings.
The top of the tower, where the dragon had landed,
was flat and surrounded by a raised wall about two feet
high. The tower itself was cylindrical. Rising behind the
tower, however, was a sheer cliff that topped out at least
sixty feet above Tas.
"I think it brought us here on purpose," said Tas.
"What makes you say that, Mr. Burrfoot?" Woodrow
asked weakly.
Tas knocked his fist against the dragon. "Because our
mount is plain, old wood again. I wonder where we are."
The kender swung his left leg over the front of the saddle
and slid down onto the dragon's wing, then jumped from
there to the stone floor. Woodrow followed, clutching
his stomach and leaning against the dragon for support.
"Who'shere?" sounded a hasty, nasal voice from the
far side of the dragon. "Doesmybrotherknowyou've-
beenridinghisdragon?"
Tasslehoff peered around the front of the dragon. He
saw a gnome, dressed in baggy, green pants, a dirty, yel-
low shirt, a blue apron, and an orange hat. A pair of
spectacles balanced on the tip of his nose. The pockets of
his apron were stuffed full of carpentry and stonecutting
tools
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