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." Gisella widened her eyes
and raised her voice an octave or two. "Oh," she mimicked, "I couldn't
sell it for that! We paid more than that! Well, if you really like
it... it looks so nice on you. But please don't tell my husband!"
Tas giggled helplessly. He raced down the remainder of the
bridgewalk and skidded to a halt before the wagon, "I can't wait to
see the inside! You collect stuff from all over the place, right'!
Gems and steel pieces and candy --"
She laughed. "No, that's what I get when I sell my goods. Right
now I have some spices, a few bolts of fabric, and some melons growing
riper by the minute."
The dwarf hurried up to the buckboard and rummaged through a
large leather pouch at the side. "Now, where is that thing...," she
muttered, pushing a loose sheaf of papers around impatiently.
"Woodrow!" she yelled without looking up.
"Yes, ma'am?" he said quietly at her side.
"Oh!" she cried, startled. "Don't creep around like that, dear,"
she scolded. "Get the kender settled in the wagon while I find that
blasted map. I've got to see if I can't shave some time off the return
trip, or we may as well throw some of this stuff out right now."
Tas's ears perked up. "Map? You're looking for a map? I've got
lots of maps. My family makes maps." He thumped his chest proudly.
"I'm a mapmaker. It's what I do!-
"Really?" Gisella asked, looking up, her face half hopeful, half
dubious.
"Yes. Here." He reached into his fur-trimmed vest and pulled out
a surprising number of rolled pieces of parchment
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