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'Why didn't you go home after you were healed?" Da-
maris asked, taking a bite of the delicious, steaming fish.
Vinsint winced. "You kender certainly are nosy, aren't
you? Well, if you must know, it was no accident that one
of my own people shot me." The thought obviously still
pained the ogre. "Apparently my people thought I wasn't
bloodthirsty enough for an ogre. Killing and terrorizing
is OK every now and then, but I don't live for it the way
they do, you know what I mean?" The ogre hunched his
massive shoulders. "They took the opportunity to get rid
of me." He sighed heavily. "So, you see, there was noth-
ing to return to."
"But that still doesn't explain why you ended up here,"
Damaris pointed out a bit snottily. She didn't like being
called nosy.
Vinsint glared at her and spoke to Trapspringer. "I de-
cided to help the people who had helped me. And what
better way than to rescue kender from the magical effects
of the grove? I'm sort of a self-appointed sentinel."
At the mention of the enchanted grove, each of Vin-
sint's visitors colored and squirmed. Phineas was a bit
hazy on the subject, but he was fairly certain he'd been
barking like a dog when Vinsint found him and dragged
him into the tunnel. The human closed his eyes slowly
now and shuddered.
Trapspringer and Damaris both suddenly realized that
the ogre had caught them in the middle of something
very intimate. Remembering now, the kender locked
gazes, then looked away uncomfortably.
Phineas pushed aside his shame to say, "But I thought
you said you wanted to help kender
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