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Denzil's tone was ironic. "No one is ever surprised
when a gnomish invention goes awry."
Her eyebrows rose in agreement. "I've got to find.
them. I could have squeezed some answers out of the
gnome who owns the carousel if he hadn't disappeared
on me."
"Perhaps he left to find and return your, um,
friends," Denzil suggested.
Gisella shook her head firmly. "I can't take the
chance and wait. I must return Burrfoot to Kender-
more in a week. If I have to find him and fetch him
back by myself, I will!"
"He must be very important for you to risk your
own life to find him," Denzil said, watching her
closely.
Gisella laughed with genuine mirth. "I wouldn't say
he's that important, no. He means a lot of money to
me, that's all. I certainly don't intend to die looking for
him."
"Then you must let me help you," Denzil insisted.
"The mountains are no place for a lady alone. There's
no telling what you'll encounter."
Gisella's eyes widened in surprise, then delight. This
was an unexpected turn of events. She was not about
to point out to her attractive new acquaintance that
she had spent most of her life traveling alone.
"I have no money to pay you for your time," she said
coyly. "Perhaps we could make another arrangement
suitable to us both?" she said, clarifying her offer with
a suggestive smile.
"I've never found it necessary to trade for that," he
said without bragging. "Anyway, no payment is ex-
pected in this case. I was tracking someone who had a
map that I needed, and my search lead me to Roslovig-
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