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. Every color imaginable was present.
In the center of the laboratory was a tall alchemist's ta-
ble cluttered with more colorful jars, though these were
filled with little creatures of one sort or another sus-
pended in liquid. White wisps of smoke bubbled from
the tops of two beakers. The room had a faintly unpleas-
ant, medicinal smell.
Woodrow looked around aprehensively, feeling a
shiver tickle his spine. "On second thought," he said
hoarsely, "we don't really have any questions we need
answered. If you'd just be kind enough to show us the
door, we'll be on our way back to Rosloviggen and won't
trouble you any further." Latching onto Tasslehoff's arm,
the human began backing toward the door.
"Good!" someone exclaimed from the doorway be-
hind them. Tasslehoff and Woodrow jumped straight up
and spun around as one. "Youmadeitsafely. Whatarelief."
The gnome from the carousel stumbled in, looking ex-
hausted. Removing a pair of tight, black leather gloves
one finger at a time, he collapsed into a chair next to the
door. "Whataday!" he wheezed, his speech slowing as he
relaxed. The gnome pulled a pair of goggles from his eyes
and let them snap down around his neck. "How are we
going to get the carousel back, Ligg? I forgot. It wasn't
working right anyway, then that teleport ring misfired
and I ended up in --"
"Whatdoyoumean?" the bigger gnome with the baggy,
green pants demanded, his voice reaching proper gnome
velocity in his agitation. "Itwasworkingjustfine! You-
weren'tfiddlingwiththemusicagain, wereyou? Well?"
His brother looked sheepish
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