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The only feature she could find fault with -- and she
looked hard -- was his nose. Not that it was bad, she
told herself, just a little less than perfect. Round and
somewhat large, and turned up slightly, it gave him a
slightly porcine look.
"Milady? I am Denzil, at your service." He held his
hand out.
Her eyes snapped up from his biceps to his face.
"Huh?" she grunted, tongue-tied in the presence of
such physical magnificence. "Oh, hello! I'm Gisella
Hornslager." She held her hand and her breath as his
lips lingered over her white knuckles. She giggled like
a schoolgirl and reluctantly extracted her hand.
"Just Denzil?" she asked, batting her eyes coyly.
"Do you require more?"
"N-no!" she stuttered, off balance. "Just curious."
"May I be of some assistance, then?" he offered. "I
could not help overhearing your distress."
The red-haired dwarf blushed.
"Were those your friends on that monstrosity?"
"Yes and no. Woodrow is my employee. The kender
is baggage. I was delivering him to a customer."
"So the flight wasn't planned?"
She snorted inelegantly. "Not by me, it wasn't." She
thought about that for a moment. Woodrow was too
naive and innocently loyal to dream up such a plan,
the kender too frivolous. It had to be the work of
someone else. "The strangest thing about it is that no
one is investigating the disappearance. I can't get a pa-
trol to go out for three days! Don't these people think
that flying away on a wooden animal is a bit unusual?"
she finished, gazing challengingly at the unconcerned
crowd
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